Heart racing, pacing heard from across the world

a chance to accept truth from eternity was hurled.

No longer a crutch, but a living leg to stand upon;

yet rejecting it, casting a desperate soul withdrawn.

The gray clock is vanishing, for time, it withers.

Dark shadows creep forth as a serpent slithers.

The sands of the hour are slowly devoured,

relationships formed soon quickly deflowered.

A specter of things to pass now awaits

hunting for all that temptation creates.

Sweat forms within the asthmatic rush

waiting for weaklings to crush, a brush

sweeps across the sky, glittering gold

relinquishing death’s dread hold, behold.

The victory comes to the ones overcoming

the Body preserved, the roaring sound of drumming.


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