A formless soul
Nested on a nameless earth
Treading beaten paths
Where shallow marks lay
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The blood of knaves and martyrs
Nourish the tranquil pastures
And their intricate tombstones
Bolster the walls and line the walkways
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The legacies of a countless fallen
Still linger in the whispers of generations
And monuments to their glory
Idolized and worshipped
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Freedom in the within the walls of false horizons
Shackles in the guise of prestige and glory
Happiness betrothed to Midas touch
Truth is a myth, hope, a lie.
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Existence is merely a quest for answers
Or a journey in search of questions
Tis’ not a matter of which path is taken
But taking the first step and all thereafter
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A formless soul
Nested on a nameless earth
Count not the footsteps taken
But heed where your final step shall be made.
-----graydarksoul---
