How shall thy choose your quest?
Flow the wrath of dark, thick blood.
Warm on this flaccid arm.
Whom shall cease thus pain?
My how thee have felt no such immense gain.
Troubled in my mind.
Time and time screams by.
Lust for the young.
Thirst for the wicked.
So sinster the broken hands which hold no wings.
Let all those whom seek light, break free.
Unleash what boils within.
I shall no longer stand shackled surrounded by high fire.
To these iron chains, I do wrings.
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