An inception from a dazed tempest,For every birth that awaits the journey of life,
Astringent joy dressed in unfathomed fortune,
Wait for the morrow to curb the truth of lies...
A search for the north star,
Preparation for the battle,
The moment for which my die was said to be cast.
For to bask in the golden sun you'll have to bear wrath of ice...
Friends during the journey,
Foes in the afterlife,
Strangers before the unity of inception,
Comrades that stood together for the celebration of life...
A drop of love,
Surges into the world,
Fathoms this place,
Cries when we part ways...
This bowl of life,
Goodies for the supper of fate,
The bitterness of light,
The spice includes hate...
From now we shall graciously accept death,
The aftermath of the bustle of life,
An augury spun by mysterious illusions,
To penetrate this surprise...
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