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I see the horns that hide your pride, lost in a forest of an untimely death. Endearing the mist of poisonous bullets to your providing flesh. A family will live for the sacrificed sentence of glory. Your pride will be mounted on the wall of a lost cabin, belonging to a lost fed soul. You wont even be a missed memory of a forest of friends.
Walls find me in the mist of their own closing, punished by my own captivity I am alone. The bars are no longer serving alcohol to drowned my inner sorrows. Black and white stripes now identify my number, my identity. Here I am in the cell of my mind, I am a a victim, I am a saint. I have no one left to blame for my captivity. I am morning my loss of freedom under cemented lighting. Tomorrow will trap my destiny, insanity has become my life.
The time has come to be alive, to see the end, to take a dive. To swim the sea, to see the waves, stumble upon empty graves. I see the end, the ending is night. For honoring the darkness of an heroic knight. A sowrd is giving upon the shoulder of a theive, knights of glory predict to believe.
I feel you, safe in the eye of a world with no arms. Safety is far from being alone but not forsaken to anothers demise. I am here, holding on to the loathing of inner faith of moral ethics. Time is not to be held but forgiven.