A story in a circle once told,
Sitting by the fire just to beat the cold,
Mother says I'm no kind of man,
Streaming conciousness from my hands,
Run from here, I'm starting a new chapter,
Burning my bridges, Run from thier rapture,
My stomach knots in a twist to his name,
But now I see clearly her maternal games,
You axe me, ask me and beg for revival,
But I've barely two shoes for survival,
So take it away and scream your broken strength,
Our journey's gonna be beautiful and powerful in length.
So sweetheart, lets run, I'll take your pain,
Come with me and we'll break these chains,
By the time it becomes apparent,
The worlds unprioritized protest will be irrelevant,
For its unbreakable, eternal and meant,
My love for you is and always will.
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