yeah
I'm coming in the,
the purple,
and the sky was, yellow quite low.
A sense of,
an uncommon storm,
my new history,
was about to form.
I never felt more grateful,
for what I was about to lose.
The dark time was,
pressing in size,
and torn out in all.
oh-
The vengeance that I was told,
defences well etched into my soul,
Chains themselves cutting through my mind,
That day I never felt more grateful,
For what I was about to lose,
The dark tide was passing in sight,
And swallowed it all.
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