When I walk I stalk and stop atop of thee,
Such slavish spirit already death cast in such that shall not last.
Admist amorous ignorance, I keep in deep shadow gleefully.
I infer and conquer in a trance; dance about abound in sight, so fast.
I woke, unspoken of; I live unstriven for, among the throng.
Truth and faith laith alive in me; a blessed sanctuary closed to your mortuary.
For, when all is said and done, more and more vainly screams my song.
I am the shadow in the meadow, a hawk above an abyssmal quarry.
When it all sums upon your head, and thou art set apart to depart,
And you are numb, true are some, you lie to try and trifle.
The light in site, yet never to be yours, you've played a part;
So, in flames, dames tear away what they couldn't bear,
your life, a laughable lie.
Of god, Oh god. What has happened to you?
What rot sought of before, behold your scholding lore!
By, NikkiAidyn
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