I need to go in some
faraway place,
this rat race is getting me
closer to the grave,
I need someone to save
me, to get me out of sight,
that might, that strenght
(I used to bent metal)
now, in this fetal
position, no admission
of guilt, me, my quilt, my sword
listen to my word,
I touched a sensible cord,
I can afford
a lot of damage, but then
even if us men
we are sworn to serve
and protect, infect
the weak mind, it seems
to be the idea, but
out in the wild,
summer sweet child,
you were not here
when the walls went down,
me, in night gown,
looking at the whole world
is destroyed by the fire
of the ignorance,
once glance,
and the quick stance
will get us ready for the last dance.
Romance?
Not really,
Do not be silly,
Little Willy, we will
be reborn, like the Phoenix
rising from our ashes.
Tinatic move,
and then just darkness.
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