The former self


You find yourself

Starting back

I’m at the day
Dripping with wet red
See the sarcophagus of reasons

Ate the path
Sitting here with me
Bring a new weapon

Mysterious centered tree
Wire in my head
Singing new targets

They thought I was dead
Ever more my life will be this
I take a new clip

Slots and rain
I am my own master now
Rampant and ready

I am not Durundals pawn
Not Tychos
Nor Leelas

They send many to fight me
Not one will survive to make their time
Inside I am free

The new self found

Your ready to be

On your own path


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