They seem so strong in their excistence
when their ignorance reach their hurts,
Past their believes: an equel force,
That keeps that mask before their face.
The past in which they live seems full of romance.
A door towards that pleasure inside,
Majesty of locks of which they don't have the keys of.
Lead to the rocks that'll show their hide.
Some hands are crawling forward,
In reach for simplizise.
Where they crawl instead of walking,
What they can, they don't realize...
They are not what they think,
A strength's not out of their reach.
They do know what they seek,
They do have unknown strength.
They're beautifull
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Strong enough to live by the sword
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