A twisted road,
A rebellious journey,
A challenging code,
Towards life's tourney.
A fast life,
A lost soul,
A man of pain,
Wrestling the gravitational pull.
He stands strong and tall,
With no fear of the beautiful disaster he's seen,
As he faces the valley of death,
He comes to the realization that times of the Essence.
Mistaken, beaten and bruised,
As the clouds start to gather,
The rain begins to pour,
And the thunder rolls
He is small and weakened...
As the face of the Reaper creeps anear,
He whispers these words into it's ear.
Take my hand and pull me close,
Take my pain and let me breathe,
Hold me tight as I drift into the night,
Take my breathe as I release in peace,
My soul is yours and so to keep.


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