Out in the middle of moist misery
Lost in the dilemma department of my mind
Looking but not seeing
Almost getting blind
The echoes of the predators breathing
Increasing like a choirs crescendo
And there was my heartbeat,
giving the rhythm for the music
Clearly it was the dawn of the end
But suddenly I saw a trail of footsteps
Left behind by a former victorious prey
I followed the path and soon was against melancholy
And when I was finally on a safe shore
A large group of angels and defeated demons
Welcomed me with a falsetto of the victorious
But I wished only for a set of lyrics
That may all those who come behind me
Find me faithful
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