Two
My arms are silver wings that tastes blood during the race.
The memories of second waltzing towards the tower of my ideals.
How many beasts must I slaughter in order to achieve the thorns?
How many ants must crawl to realize the height of reality?
God is upon our memories. Luck has wings for a reason.
But as they cater to the demonic,
I will watch in two.
The very two that has helped my vision.
-CMCrain
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The memories of second waltzing towards the tower of my ideals.
How many beasts must I slaughter in order to achieve the thorns?
How many ants must crawl to realize the height of reality?
God is upon our memories. Luck has wings for a reason.
But as they cater to the demonic,
I will watch in two.
The very two that has helped my vision.
-CMCrain
© All Rights Reserved