Cloaked in the shadows that surround me. I close my eyes only to see the darkness within. Stuggle as I must to be free. It is useless in the end.
Not one card falls in the house lest they all fall down. Spoiled by the fragile design in which I was made. Never to know where I'm bound. Just wishing I had stayed.
Alas nothing is forever unless it is to repeat its self in foolish frenzy. Tattered by time. Is this all that I will see. A repeat of what was, and what shall be.
All is but what was. Still an illusion unseen. Within the circle. The violent storm continues. To be set forth unclean. Washed in the blood of others yet soon to be me. And I an illusion never ment to see. Within the circle, no one is truely free.
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