Living a Lie

Everyday I am born anew

As the dawn rises my hope does too, 

I am built from one part human another part lost.

 

From where I stand I am a fighter, a warrior bred from sin and inside corrupted limb from limb. 

When I die my eyes lose sight, my arms lack might and my body has failed its penultimate fight.

Now I am awash on the shores of fear ,everything lost that I hold dear

No more worries, no more rights, no more wind howling at night.

My storm has ended

The damage done

All hope extinguished

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by

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The End

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