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Revival
Braid of destiny has been netted for me,
And I sense a breath of fate on my neck; icy.
He is well-versed in the art of deception,
But, I have blossomed with a dewy perception.
I don't intend again; to travel the same road,
As my desire to be there now has lessened.
Not the destination as much as the journey-he say,
But it shall be offered a price to pay.
I despise thy, glittering gold,
Screamed me, standing firm and bold.
You will witness ain't no dawn,
And have fallen for your own con.
New moon blooms in the wings of old one,
The revival is as lovely as the dream of heaven.
As trial of piercing my heart with the arrow failed,
Smiled at my face, he; halted and hailed...
And I sense a breath of fate on my neck; icy.
He is well-versed in the art of deception,
But, I have blossomed with a dewy perception.
I don't intend again; to travel the same road,
As my desire to be there now has lessened.
Not the destination as much as the journey-he say,
But it shall be offered a price to pay.
I despise thy, glittering gold,
Screamed me, standing firm and bold.
You will witness ain't no dawn,
And have fallen for your own con.
New moon blooms in the wings of old one,
The revival is as lovely as the dream of heaven.
As trial of piercing my heart with the arrow failed,
Smiled at my face, he; halted and hailed...
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