Another soul headed straight on a winding road
Below lyes what’s transparent like dreaded woes
Where a red opal glows, those hoarse vocals grow
For how his leaps and bounds began to slow
He’s steady runnin’ toward a place he should never roam
A sunken face circlin’ grace like shaped zones
Keepin’ apace with the strings of frets that drone
How to tether the lace of an empty soul
Fingers race to the throat with a nauseous flow
Idle times peaks a vase that’s fully bestowed
Revival reeks where traces of seeds are sown
Just to end the cycle from a taste of this tone

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