The shovel hand thingie there
I don't hate you less
I don't hate you less
It flows from light to darkness
Locked in its embrace
Locked in its embrace
My form is perfect
My hand is steady and sure
My mind unclouded
-or-
I do not fear death
and I do not limit life
My soul will shine through
In this life and this battle
But it's all I have
But it's all I have
But it is a cleansing calm
From which I will rise
From which I will rise
Nothing will slow my conquest
I will not be stopped
I will not be stopped
Your a little stuck there huh?
Oops. That's Spideys bad.
Oops. That's Spideys bad.
All that I've been searching for.
Together, we rise.
Together, we rise.
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