We are stuck in a cryptic haze
We are lodged in this endless Maze
We are living out the rest of our days
In the Devils fritz
In Anarchy’s midst
I accept the gift of twisted hardship
And let no ill expression leave my lips
I am content
To hold in mine your hand
For to brave with you my love
the treacherous winds of life
Is a sweet little burden
I would gladly bear twice
If only given the chance
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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