| I was a child when the fear found me,
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| It’s cursed thoughts coiled around me
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| Alas, I sought a path, to escape its sadistic reality
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| My senses flood, with fire and blood,
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| Presented in such simplicity
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| The clean line quakes, splits and breaks,
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| Liken to roots beneath a tree
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| The one divides
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| Before my eyes
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| Spreading out like veins, the imposters now ingrained
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| The golden streets will flood
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| With warring siblings blood
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| An endless strife to prove, their pathway is the truth
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| As their battlefield burns, I walk away
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| On one another they turn, I turn away
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| Splintered by survival’s self-serving feral jaws
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| Accompanied by its prideful, non-lamenting claws
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| You’ve created and summoned
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| The Destroyer of Mercy
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| And
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| The Maker of Lost Ways
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| Detached I am drawn into the empty, expanding horizon as it is
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| slowly unfolding itself
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| My vision is fixed on the smoldering sun, sitting low in the
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| formless hands of space
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| Rays of light not unlike glowing swords ride in strange
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| patterns through the skies
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| Violent waves of hiltless blades shift and shake, turning calmly
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| from gold to white
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| They sever all that is within their grasp until this world bleeds
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| soft and quiet before me
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| In the void I hear the whispers of long dead stars tell tales of
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| order through disarray
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| They say behind the veil of chaos lies peace
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| Possession triggers change into tangible signs to see
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| Barren of the fruit to bear, they’re all strangers to me
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| I wish them peace
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| Respectfully |