Deep down too much darkness
and a cloudy mind
a river where
pride must drown itself
to become
a brand new
and better living thing
a new heart
a new soul
pick its feathers
and fly naked
in a smooth
icy wind
finding no friendly
places and no victory
just a defeat
that reminds you
of being born again.
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