Lay down the rifle,
Turn it inward, toward your soul,
And pull the trigger on your idols
Each one must fall,
Shattered at your feet

Surrender, at last,
And confess the truth:
You know neither who you are
Nor where you’re going

For too long, you’ve stumbled, blind,
Groping through the dark,
Desperate for a light
A beacon to lead you home

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