Unsuspecting lies the own self
quaintly personified in itself
euphoric in its true being
beckoning the illusions of mind.
Thoughts converge mightily
fusing into existence
bringing with them
a vacuum of disorder
The soul is manifested
swirling in the realm of flesh
elusive grains of a dark deed
impotent against the inner gods
Hope and fate
walk hand in hand
to rewrite what has been written
and to seek the lost cause
Chaos seems on the horizon
its dark wings
eclipsing the blinding future
shattering all myths of truth
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