
Dancing on the thin edge of fate,
Close to making the same mistake,
Not so distant and far away,
Does our disaster ever stay.
Push it away and keep it at bay,
Must not let it see the light of day,
Never again to journey down,
To where this cliff I found.
Disaster lyes in the valley,
Back and forth swings the tally,
These rocks hold no grace,
Its more often a murder hole,
A chaotic vortex taking its toll,
Running its gruesome race.
You cannot defeat sacred rites with lies,
For one day everybody dies,
Seclude yourself from the blasphemy,
Or find the devil buried in his dark alchemy.
Permeating the dark air,
Have a deep breath just a taste,
See that its filled with despair,
Thick and damp like a paste.
Take one last look upon home,
There is no time to waste,
Grab the most ancient tome,
Though you are filled with distaste.
Quickly you must get away,
Never again will it be day,
Light has been replaced,
All for just one taste.




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