Its unfolding- Uncontroling- Bursts from every where- All coming undone- Realties severity- Is being felt- Shackles on my feet- I walk in ruins- I see the highest mountains- And stop to wonder- Am I strong enough- To overcome- My fears- Walk as you may- Hold the staff- And be the sage- Preach on your Mt. Olympus- I’ll be the warrior- And I’ll take the punishment- As I cross this Dark Land- Lost, I will be found- And my will, will find a way- To you- And I will conquer you- In tatters- Sword drawn- Ready for the fight- No light will be casted on me- Whether I’m good or evil- I will not conceal- The wounds are never forgotten- The memory of it stays- Like an old photograph- The face of it haunts me- Goodnight to your tyranny- To your infamy- And casualties- I will not be afraid- And the demons that lay in those forgotten tombs- Will rest when my sword slices your flesh-Birth sign: Libra
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