It was heartbreaking dark year
Hushed blasted year
Blatant blindness was tainted
A man soul
None of the undone
Alive, tall talk soaring
It was molded twinge in flesh
You or I was infused enough
Barefaced
To see somebody
To lost somebody
Soul gasp short
I am the conflagration
Remain strong
Reach the firmament
Lunge the ocean
Fear nothing
Fate could never be accepted
Losing the battle
Left to give up the ghost
And no-one else
Come to save except friend
In bright, enlighten agony
I won the war, finally.
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