Like a double edge sword.
Still staying true to the oracle.
A little northbound of the heart.
So a wise man creates his future.
But the present rots away.
Until there is nothing left.
The Tyrannicides explain it all.
All in all we still face the fiery light.
As we live life standing still.
The bonfire roars in our faces.
Time never comes to those who wait.
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