The phantom...

What happens in the end,
as it awaits us as we stand on a wide open field,
we fought our battle,
we shed our blood,
our sweat is waiting to be evaporated,
red is the mud.

This phantom that awaits us,
we anticipate its face,
the phantom of lust,
this phantom can kill.

Are we ready to leave?
Can we really step away from this field?
Time takes us away,
it takes us away so rapidly,
so rapid yet at such a slow pace.
We want to know the cold phantoms face.
the phantom,
its destinies child my darling,
the destiny we make.

We stand,
the sun,
the stubborn sun,
it continues to burn our delicate skin,
we stand on this massive land.

At the end of the field there's a phantom,
the phantom, the answer,
we are throwing the dice,
the dice is the probability,
the answer slowly comes at the end of this field,
the answer is arriving with the falling dice,
the answer is the phantom,
the answer's the prime reason for life.

Picture from the net-

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