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At the brink of my mind,
My acumen has it's limits,
if there is one thing I know,
it is to never put a price on life.
Losing sight of what really matters,
we cut the dragon's throat,
and let it's blood be wasted,
into a lake of misfortune.
Follow me, no fuck that,
Pursue your self instead,
Vitality and Karma,
will pass it's judgement,
and if you are amiss,
stand up and try again.
For your fate,
is your own to write,
take hold of your conception,
Bleeding out,
our society has been maimed and killed,
Breathing in,
taste the air of pollution,
Hundreds point,
point down an vertical cliff,
thousands weep,
as we all collapse together,
At the brink of my mind,
My acumen has it's limits,
if there is one thing I know,
it is to never put a price on life.
Losing sight of what really matters,
we cut the dragon's throat,
and let it's blood be wasted,
into a lake of misfortune.
We conquer all we see,
yet we are masters of nothing,
With a mind as feeble as our's,
we can only see life through.
I gotta see this through,
without a single doubt,
we must see this through.
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