I'm staring at fateful cross-path with teeth on edge
With no desire of choosing where to engage:
Eternal freedom or of one's mind's;
Slow the inevitable by turning to the past that's mine.
I am no slave of men nor time,
I am a warrior of beauty and divine,
I do not tolerate pathetic little lies,
I seek the truth no matter how it's dire.
It breaks me but the choice is made -
I won't succumb to fate's linear trace,
I will allow monster off the cage,
The choice is no longer mine, it's of my rage.
I am no slave of men nor time,
I am a warrior of beauty and divine,
I do not tolerate pathetic little lies,
I seek the truth no matter how it's dire.
I do not know if all hell'll be let loose,
Or will i build the everlasting garden.
I know this path, my soul will get yet another bruise;
I stand for principles, I am the warden.
Idiot
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