Withered remains of the contract Undone a thousand years ago Writing it down for perfection Summoned back into my world In a language only I am able to understand Endless rain washes away the writings on the signposts of the past before that time, The years of conscious thought endangered the way of the hunt, pray to the idols Abandoned to live I know you couldn't try Proceeding with frozen limbs through marshland Contorting fate for the prisoners So torn apart, live in my madness A fate beyond any innate control Empty spaces refilled with the juice of tomorrow Wisemen of late raising voice Intoxicated by a lack of oxygen And the darkness, a memory of childhood Unknown to whoever would protect you Incubates the dream you had lived Before the world became crystalline Gathering thoughts to be put into form Brainwashed need to perform our existance Youthless raving, a part so much longer The final stone is not me Sucking out each letter from a certain god A taste that no one could ever resist The years of lust, no name proves a reason to stop Lost on the way of perpetual failing the test Pray to my idols to live.Birth sign: Capricorn
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