endless war I'm forced to like.
Piercing the wind with a golden spear,
rage of cries I seem to fear.
Elevation of heartbreaks,
scarring one as he refuses to forsake.
Sight as one encounters death,
I sacrificed all that I have.
Onwards attempts of revival,
now it seems only natural.
Written & Created by J.C.T.H
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