A dark path has risen
With thorns laid above
Evolving the unreason
While lurking for a dove
Now new trail has to
be trodden
Between struggles and
uncertainties
A place where hope was
stolen
Through a paradox of
realities
The hands grasp the obscurity
Amid the torturous
thought
Reaching for the
dainty
Within the soul loft
But hope shall appear
Ripping that grey sea
Extracting all the
fear
As he cry with a plea
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