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Makers Match

I turn from what once was  
Amongst the torment struck  
A life meant in light towards the night  
To find the dark my only way  

A cinder cast towards the flames  
Reaping upon the sin therein  
To feed upon the pain of life  

Donít step back, break through  
The notions held throw them in  
Burn them upon the fire to cease  

Through the motion  
A calling devotion  
Wakes within a dark rebirth  
The passage torn of willing  

My choice and predetermined path  
Stand upon the same free flowing track  
Where Iíve met my makers match  
Within the parry of the duel  
Our words are used as our fuel  

Itís lashing conquers all, floods all  
Ravishes, destroys and burns all  
There are no lies or places to hide  
No feelings that get denied  
Drawn from sin, is it hell we're in?  
If it is, we at least are found  
Amongst eternity's bounds
Fiftysevenhours
Written by Fiftysevenhours (.Quercus.)
Published | Edited 8th Oct 2019
Author's Note
Turning point and rebirth.
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