I tread this path,
and I walk alone,
I step so soft,
on this road of stone
I felt like God, or so I thought,
the days are gone, evil begot,
fueled by the fire I thought I put out,
“Run away”, I heard myself shout
on the opposite side of the fence,
I found my path,
engulfed in the flame,
succumbed to the left hand’s wrath
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