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Broken wings, owl can't you fly?
Life is nothing but a gift
Unable to see with covered eyes,
Each sheathed sword melts on duel

Hearing to the wild deer
As he sinks his hooves in marshed roots
Zestful oaf of himself
Eternally, the walking prize he is.
Where is it taking me?

Fake skin falls at full moon
Cold feet dread following shadows, I dare you.
To fight, grow, live, break the mold
of the storm hazed sea.

Buried crab in the mud
palsied claws giving a brief smile
despite nightmare’s over
still wandering for water

Lighting tiger chasing the wind
Scattered dry fog lacks the air
amid thick woods fire can't run
Eternally lightsource
sleeps through the never

Fake skin falls at full moon
Cold feet dread following shadows, I dare you.
To fight, grow, live, break the mold
of the storm hazed sea.

Somehow I left me behind,
and found the real me.
Consigned all their ways
To an endless Oblivion

Fake skin falls at full moon
Cold feet dread following shadows, I dare you.
To fight, grow, live, break the mold
of the storm hazed sea.

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