Living on the edge hoping I will be saved trying to
awaken to another day so I pray some way it will come to pass and I can last it
out end this doubt scream and shout it's all ok it's meant to happen this way
and not get too pissed a starving artist pretends than descends arts karma
sends bloods armor as it bleeds new poetry in our mind true every time finds
something beautiful to do booming bliss hits it just for fun another
homerun such a crazy path called fate touching every crazy base time warping
space erupts into trust that it will pass and laughs before the last bit of air
stops here and where it ends to live again pure bliss seeing this burn in order
to learn what is left with every breath we take call it fate as our souls fire
sets energy free just enough but ends up as dust
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