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King's Gambit
Cinnaluna
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There is hope, perhaps, after the tragedy, but not during it.
The overwhelming part about tragedy is the element of hopelessness, of inevitability
Tragedy is a disaster that happens to other people; and the greater the person, so it seems, the more acute is their tragedy.
Put at its crudest -
the bigger they are, the harder they fall.
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Fate:
A melodramatic limit
(Shadows on the sun)
(Wires click, now I'm sick)
I know it's not your fault
(Shadows from above)
Choice:
The hand of which I've been dealt
Not made for me, or so I felt
"Is that the risk worth taking?"
But
All that I had heard was:
And if a thousand suns
Were to engulf me
Could I, then, even say
That I was sorry?
And when a thousand eyes
Bore right into me
Crying out:
"Little lamb,
you'll never be free!"
Another day,
Another repeat
One more time,
All my words
Will seem to fail me
And when a million prayers
Turn into pleas
I'll cry out:
"God!
I really want to be free!"
Another day,
Another repeat
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...The machine is in perfect order;
it has been oiled ever since time began,
and it runs without friction.
Death, treason, and sorrow are on the march;
and they move in the wake of storm, of tears, of stillness...
Tragedy is clean, it is restful, it is flawless...
In tragedy nothing is in doubt and everyone's destiny is known.
That makes for tranquility.
There is a sort of fellow-feeling among characters in a tragedy:
he who kills is as innocent as he who gets killed:
it's all a matter of what part you are playing.
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Oh,
How could I,
Ever hope
That I'd get to say goodbye?
After all,
In the end,
I know it's just a lie
And if a thousand suns
Were to engulf me
(And no matter what I try)
Could I, then,
Even say
That I was sorry?
And when a thousand eyes
Bore right into me
(It's so selfish of me, right?)
Crying out:
"Little lamb,
you'll never be free!"
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It sings, on repeat,
forever drenched in a sort of grief
never known
or ever heard:
"Red moon,
golden eyes,
eternal damnation;
let Fate decide for you."
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...It has made its decision, then.
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...But, no. No more of that, Kallo.
No more unfinished thoughts.
No more sleepless nights.
No more words to say.
No more words to leave unsaid.
You will play your instrument for the greater good.
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...And you will obey the CAROUSEL.
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After a thousand suns
Finally engulf me
I won't dare even say
That I am sorry!
And when a thousand eyes
Bear right into me
They won't cry:
"Foolish lamb,
you'll never be free!"
My final day,
Your final repeat
One last time
All your words
Will seem to fail me
After a million prayers
Turn into pleas
All I want
Is for
All of us
To be free!
Shadows on the sun
Wires click,
Now I'm sick
Shadows from above
Come, destroy my love!!
Shadows of my heart
Come, loathe the last of me
Now I fall apart,
A disgusting work of art
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The sun now launched,
shines with sudden light,
and strikes wondering eyes with its rays.
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