Let me meet the devil you know
on a frosty street corner under an amber glow; I will tell him about all the seeds that I've sown and he will harvest my soul all alone.. Let me tell you about the fears I have met born of the memories I've lived to forget; they still circle me slowly, a shark and its prey, my mind starts to race, my heart dreams to pray.. Let's trade stories of villains we've battled in war, victories and submissions-- always fighting for more. The bright days of the future, a glimmering hope that kept us pushing upward, Sisyphus and his slope. Let us toast to the glory of the time we've been given, toast to legacy immortal when bodies stop giving. Hold our glasses high for all earthly wonders, and ask forgiveness for our mortal blunders. Let us beg that illusion to us will be kind, that when the curtain falls it will not shatter the mind to experience what is beyond this worldly guise-- a heavenly sanctuary, a hellish demise. Toast and drink up, brothers and sisters the damned, and when you are done, I shall offer my hand to face the darkness side by side and illuminate eternity with our humble light.
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