Self-inflicting pain and curses
Kneeling down with the vows
Mind spinning with the verses
Countless hammers and their blows
I count my breaths
and I see the threads
Breaking, burning
In front of me
Heard the joy
Saw the laughter
Of my pain and
the adversity
To hell says my soul
I am ready to fight
My inhibitions my own enemies
Far in some distant land
I see the light
the thunder of waves in the swell of the sea.

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