End Game
Born
The status quo states that I am the one you don't know.
The voice seen but not heard has the power, but no focus.
A loaded gun without a target, forlorn.
Grow
The is target found but the trigger's missing.
Can we? The will to take a shot in the dark with the lights on.
Hesitation is for those who sleep, yet we walk with a prayers sight.
Time has passed, bells have tolled;
Thrive
Bullet flies and a legend falls this Ascension in the making.
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