Choices
I remenace of last summer
Of the golden aura that rose from my slumber
I earned freedom to see it's me
And lost to lust to feed the beast
Pain is passion, passion bring pain
Greed choose your path,
while loves how you became
Mistakes your guide, your eyes affix
To scared to look, to proud to spook
Blue light for armour, a few vice your counter
Not the recipe to get where you're after.
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