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Lost in the eternal abyss of pain..
Wondering the cold, lonesome plains..
The wind blows strong, sun brightly shines...
No matter the season, with inane conviction he strides..

All who cross him he meets with venemous rage..
like a seasoned barbarian, once a warrior sage....
Lusting for blood, shed with black vengence..
Death being his bride, he fears no mortal presence...

Tore apart from the soul to heart...
Life to him, neither a form of work nor art..
Subconciesly searching for stars he'll never find..
Damned to live life with a laboured grind...

The dust shall never settle at the feet of this man...
when engaged in friendly banter he is blunt and bland...
No man, woman or child could ever settle by his rugged side..
for he is destined to walk life against the constant epic tide...



A cold fire burns within the heart n soul...
Answers dug deep to questions once realised...
Life tinted with darkness as black as coal....
Torn by inner pain, nothing left but bleak fate in damnation...