I saw a man,
And he was tanned,
I saw him,
He saw me,
I came and I went,
The day is old,
My song now sold,
He was strong,
I was wrong,
He was not tanned,
I saw his eyes,
And to my surprise,
They were wrong,
His eyes were gone,
He was not a man,
This tale now told,
My soul I sold,
The devils song,
Sinning don’t take long,
Reap what you sow….
The Twisted Roads To My Madness 
We hide beneath the weathered waters, muddy shores sinking in we, to see, to fate the fight of me, to survive the beginning, to happenstance of the end..
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The projections of a lesser version, of the, self…
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