The mortar is mixed and your foundations are set.

The blueprints are memorized, lest you forget.

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Embedding the first brick and mashing it down,

you're angry at us for letting you drown.

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No curious bystanders will gather around,

for you've hidden the site and it's hard to be found.

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But your plans are so strikingly the same,

that I spotted your grave and tried to end the game

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because the cost of losing is too much.

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The bleeding hearts and artists are seen, not at all.

To witness the construction of this freshly made wall.

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And so I ask of you before it is too late,

to dissipate your anger, anguish, and hate.

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I ask of you to open your ears,

and the face the faint music of some lost years.

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For I have begun to listen to mine,

and my foundations are crumbling all of the time.

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Please, I ask of you...

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Just because no-one else is willing to act,

don't sign to the worm, this vile pact.

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Don't deny me the five minutes it could take,

to cause your wall to crumble and break.

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Don't keep me held back and restrained,

forced to watch in silence, forever pained.

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For the worm, your honour, loathe my testimony.

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Please Joe,

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because all in all,

I refuse to be,

another brick in your wall.

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Sincerely,

A Concerned Mason Past.