Cut the losses before the bridge burn,
Shed away unless no place to turn,
Follow the discipline that dwells within,
Rebel against the darkness drowned in sin,
Wake for the brilliant rise of the sun,
Glowing rays seep the bones that run,
Sharpen the steel with razor teeth,
Grind the flesh of enemies beneath,
Set in your mind you have already died,
When the time comes no place to hide,
The cold grasp snatch at the last gasp,
Visions cloud the bloody barrage,
Corpses strewn a visceral visage,
Blind to the horror that lies before,
The sands of time trickle the last line,
A glimpse of beauty with lustful lace,
Death deals flowers a final taste,
For only one thought prevails in this dim space,
The everlasting wanting of her soft embrace
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