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120 Journey to Peace Born in the womb of a spiral Knife edge turns, curves and straight files The drop to Nowhere turns sharply down Your fool and Life's last game corrodes my sound The water's deep in shallow minds Nothing survives Life's test or time Strip my world of all reality Leave me with my rotting insanity Nothing relieves me of my pain I won't last if you're all the same Drown me in my wounds given by the clones And let your hatred seep through to my bones I'll hold your defeat to my end I won't reside in your world again My tragic flaw is my killer, Pride The Black Candle burns till the White Wick dies |
Additional Notes:
I really do not like punctuation but I used it where I deemed it necessary. This is a very symbolic work and I do expect to get some questions on some of the lines. The last line can be easily figured out if you think about the capitalisation. There are capital letters where attention should be paid most. Thank you for looking.
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