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I'll walk into the water,
To wash the blood from my feet,
My path is ever holding,
My shadows claimed release.
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The sky it holds my father,
The sun recalls my soul,
The reason forgotten,
Of the lessons burned in oak.
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My always wanting watchers,
They laugh and slash at my mind.
The deafening redeemer,
Lays down and feeds me time,
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Death was my first companion.
It showed me life and snuffed it out.
The visions never ending.
Of the ghosts tearing through and out.
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All rage in gold the flower...
Pull me in to see,
The battles break me but I am given,
To the lost lord,
Within the circle of the clarion's eye.
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