Being

Dying flowers, days and hours

Rich and ripe but then it sours

For such is life, or so I’m told

And as my madness does take hold

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I speak of strife and strike a chord

Within the hearts among the horde

For rage is rife and out it poured

To break the ranks on this chessboard

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Partake of this spirit with me

Just taste the bliss of destiny

The binding kiss of being free

Because consistency is key

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But who is who, and who are you

When you start to, yourself, see through

For what is true and what is not

Is bought as new and left to rot

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As aeons pass, an age asleep

Chaotic class who cannot weep

And their reward they will soon reap

The dangers of a thought so deep

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So don’t cling to the chains of old

At least, sing me a song of gold

A feast for faith, a home for hope

Beware the wraith who ties the rope

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For as it forms a noose you see

You lose your eye, become a we

We check the knot, make sure it’s tight

For we both know how hard you fight