I stood on the hill
Till the bright moon...
...got in the way
Bastard glows to gloat
Casting deviance
In his lighted bouquets
Like a sheath upon this desert
Shadows hide my paths
And trials steer me far
Quite a coward at heart
But I promise it's all in due
To a tragic hope I'll let pass
I could win
...wait till I die
Or run away
Get lost
Escape my own...
Humility.
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