A life about to start,
Unknown path without directions.
Strong wind
Rough road
Thunder strikes;
Requires a feet, unwrecked with the fear of losing grip.
Senile faith
Senile hope,
A life to knock you down.
Through the broken window,
A look, left all the good ones.
The golden memories, the only remembrance.
Nothing like this moinous haunted scene,
Circling with the fire of terror.
Rise of the undead courage
The shadow of the dark life
Fades - The breaking of dark.
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