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Defeat...
i cant stir anymore
now that my charm is
twisted into a labyrinth of unfeeling
reach out i may try but these chains
yeah these chains were forged to assume
the shape of my fate
why is no longer a question
it has turned into a cry of disgust
it has transformed into a little verse
of mistrust - unbearably beating
virtually perpetual
eternally triumphant
but seemingly weak when
i arm myself with its answer called 'time'
you are no longer a reality
although time still allows me
to touch you in all your grace
and kiss you in all my glory
the future is now but a promise
of defeat...
