May

Be of poetic proportions , illuminate the scroll with forgeries ink , and sweet truth .
Discover ancient thriving tribes deep diving in the soul , write amends to a institute crying around one world .
Feel shamed on tyranny hill , pauper to worm eye view up above , devour the early bird conquered and then came .
Yet ink slowly dripped down to a puddle , night trains sang be above hell , deal walking damage , rewrite bitter mans notes understand everything life wrote .

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