Upon where my quest now ends,
My breath caught in the eyes that bend,
Twisting towers climb the skies of my mind,
In treasure chests a secret gold is my find.
Dream on sacred heart with a lock without a key,
'Twas in your darkest mind wehre I lost my plea.
Drink down the blood of thine enemies ever sweet,
But keep your feet far from my own street.
The distilling noise of anger and riot,
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