Do you understand,
That feeling that you get,
When one thing is for certain,
And depression claims your bet.
While you are in submission,
Serenity and pure,
You know it is your duty,
To accept the path of lore.
You sit there, as the days fly by,
A glow of passive chains,
A spark turned ash, the embers cold,
Against the first restrains.
A flag of white surrender,
Is issued in the eyes,
Of one who's sold beyond their soul,
Upon the truth of lies.
A timeless stain,
That marks the page,
A sentinel,
Naught luck to age.
A twilit realm,
A sunrise dawn,
A life of night,
Each day is born.
Burnt black, frost blue,
The scarecrow's eye,
Tears at the view,
Expels a sigh.
For he has seen,
What can't be done,
Without the force,
Of one who's won.
A broken life,
That's lead in peace,
An equal balance,
No release.
A hell bound pact,
Upon the grass,
Submit, retract,
To watch through glass.
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