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Dictated by fate and molded by society 
We learn to hate that which we cannot be 

With a chained heart, 
And a tortured soul 
Both so far apart, 
And we're just a stagnant shoal 

Striving to comprehend the Maker's art, 
yet unable to be whole 
All following a set road from the start, 
freedom left out in the cold 

So many secrets untold, 
So many hearts in fear's hold
Countless souls with clipped wings, 
All too afraid to get rid of the strings 

All that the Devil covets 
Just more ignorant puppets