THE DEATH OF BIRTH

               Be elsewhere, with your ways and views

                                           All of us, man and kin, a chance to see

                                                                              Is it hard for us to find a pure heart?

              

           Stepping into the realm to gather my thoughts

                                            Your inner attending spirit, inspiring force

                                                                              Has the mania taken control, left you numb?

        

              After all, in devastation there is opportunity

                                             Daemon, let the tide of hope rise and wash all away

                                                                               Or is all will to seek long gone, evaporated?

  

               Underground ghost, becoming nil as intended

                                                       Fearless new start is all, the end of all ends

                                                                               Will you be able to take “the” moment with ease?

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