| This frustration is mounting,
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| And my greed is so overbearing.
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| It seems as if I’m never satisfied
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| With the precious things I possess.
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| Could it be that this means nothing?
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| Or am I worshipping false and empty idols?
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| I’ve got the Holy Grail,
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| But where’s my wine to fill it?
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| I’ve been blessed with the Midas touch,
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| Now where are my diamonds?
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| I’ve found the Fountain of Youth,
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| Which grants eternal life,
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| Just to realize Heaven only welcomes the dead.
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| Dead-end paths to my happiness.
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| What I seek can never be achieved.
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| The winged horsed knows a boundary,
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| A mountaintop I cannot reach.
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| Could it be each day we fly higher,
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| I’m plummeting further from my dreams?
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| I’ve got the Holy Grail,
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| But where’s my wine to fill it?
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| I’ve been blessed with the Midas touch,
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| Now where are my diamonds?
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| I’ve found the Fountain of Youth,
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| Which grants eternal life,
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| Just to realize Heaven only welcomes the dead.
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| All I ever wanted was more,
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| Even if it meant exploiting you.
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| You just served as transportation
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| To my forbidden destination;
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| To the lands inhabited by the Gods.
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| To whoever finds this note,
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| I’m only writing to relate my disgust
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| For the whole of humanity,
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| Including me.
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| All hope is lost… |