Chapter 1: Chapter 1
Deceptive times
prolific lies
painful memories
we die inside
the surrounding vibe
condensing crimes
blood splatter erupting
making mess on our lives
climbing the mountain
made of ice and debris
invoking restraint
for man kinds belief is weak
upon reaching the summit
gale force winds flowing round
plunging a sword deep in the ground
the power of the earths uncontrollable force
leaves us weak and full of remorse
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