shadows of my past like a vulture who constantly alert seeking self inadvertence with its sharp beak tore my prepared
then leave my bones scattered
shadows of my past was in the vortex of endless time
when I'm immersed in it I could only surrender
and pray that I get through with perseverance and faith
in the shadow of the past
the world as it spins uncontrollably
and it turns out I'm still standing
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