Habitual Thoughts
Behead the dragon that doubts your will And reave your soul from the lost tombs that prolongs its venom For our dreams are the emissaries fated to tell tales of our destinies Yet it is our hands that must reach out It is our feet that must take those steps To achieve a legacy that has been encrypted with our DNA Compel yourself towards the abstract wander Which signifies who you are thus and then Whereas there in a time […]
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