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Last resort, the very first known

The perfect answer

Last to assume

Turning round gives hope new light

In a constantly moving

Dark centered haze



Falling on my news before you

Triumph has taken charge

The enemy has won me over

Darkness consumes

My soul cries out

The last resort before enveloped



A simple pebble strikes the path

Gently stumbling,

What if I fall?

Hide these brudens, no imperfection

A calling for your name

Is all that is seen



So far away, but eternally near

Call out your name and you shall rise

Spirit falls before me now

Collapsing in this presence

What is it I have become?