Through the doors of destiny,
amongst all the complexity,
with a burning fire,
a never ending desire

Masks on faces,
ceaseless chases,
the strongest survived,
with others deprived

Love lost and found,
buried deep in ground,
a fact well known,
you got to die alone

The world is coming to an end,
even before you can comprehend,
This is a calm cyclone,
Waiting for the blood stone.

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