My Senses
My senses are sharpened
The will has toughened
Into a planet I go
With a shadow of a dream
The darkness surrounds me
In destiny I stand
Come here little man
The slaughter comes fast
You are over your rank
The soul is a pawn
Why so aloof?
It is not dainful
Your pride may get wounded
So clinched by Repetition
My mind is in a whirl
Like thunder in a storm
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