Take this match, set on it aflame and onto this torch place the fire.
Approach the ropes and drench it with the heat, remove the ties.
Burning through, send the remains tumbling away, steel beams and all.
Apprehend your strength, watch the different pieces fall away,
The abyss deepens, the harshness of the world revealed,
My time has come, to return to the place I started from.
The endless darkness outstretches, even fire's are extinguished here,
The strongest of wills burnt out, with nothing but remains.
This is the cavern of leftover debris, that will disappear with time.
While it is here, I shall take my refuge. It is my true sanctuary.
Anywhere else will cease to exist while my from stays within.
When time continues to move forward, I will be gone as well.
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Gone like the wind
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