Every end is unfold
I toddle without a hold
Moving through all bend
I search for the end
As I move towards the shine
Darkness sways mine – myself
With a trembling heart I look around for a savior
To make up my conscience as a warrior
With comrade of mine
Let me run past this time
With re-birth of my happiness from assassination
I wish to make my fear an illusion…
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