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I cross the Blades, and hope not to live

As love draws the frigid poison out of the heart

I hope not to die, adjusting to the warmth

In the glory of battles, losts and victories

I kneel behind the crossed Blades, hoping against wishes

Wishing against hope, the darkness withdraws

I hope not to die, wandering the emptiness within

All that was, is not to be here in the now

Reality driving nails into my past's coffin

Realizing I am the one with the hammer and nails

Standing, pushing from behind the crossed Blades

Moving my feet slowly forward, pushing against the mass

Even in the light, I still have fight

As I kiss the dark lips good bye, tears falling

An ocean filling the empty canyon as the heart beats life