Up an Down,
Left and Right,
Are no where in sight.! .
There might just be,
A fight in the night.! .
O sky of darkness, O sky of sadness,
Why do you bestowe this upon me.! .
Might i be, another bee,
In your Hive of dark illed saddness.! .
Escape i must, Escape i will,
For i am nothing, with you in my life.! .
Take the knife, take the scythe
To my Life.! .
Or forever i be in neverness,
The saddest soul, who stole.! .
Clever an ill willed i may be,
The sea will always take thee.! .
Ride to the fight in the night,
It might be, the key,
To my victory, or my Defeat
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