February 14, 2017

Waste my life on me. You're too good, you had to be a prophecy, I'll take the blame so you can live again. Remaining with peace I stand by it with no monument of me to see. A mortal man than a God. I know one, once l'll go up. A black sheep that leads the herds away from the wolves that seek only to feed off fear. Only to approach myself in a mirror.

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