Lost Then Found

Spawning through this vicious storm,
the lord keeps me alarm,
I fascinate day and night,
Hoping I can stop the fight,
Seeking for clues,
To redeem the lies into truth,
a cold heart covered within gold,
Halting for secrets to be told,
As I stroke my skin,
I detect a dense wind,
As it deceives my emotions,
I feel the wicked potions,
Rambling through clouds of dark,
Piercing for that glories spark,
That deliberates my inferior thoughts,
Exterminating my faults,
I station on eternal roads,
Rising to substantial goals.

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