It seems to have been crushed,
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But it will not die,
No matter how hard I try,
The pain will not subside.
What draws me to this place?
Whatever it be,
I can't seem to find a trace,
Why can I not see?
Is it that green light?
Or something else in my sight?
Where do I stand with thee?
For I am sailess in the open sea.
My mind is a maze,
burning down to the ground,
I don't know what will be found,
For all I see is a purple haze.
I want the hope to be right,
So I can end this confused fight.
Why does hope seem to die?
I guess I'll stare into the cloudy endless blue sky.
We adore chaos because we love to produce order.
"Death is light as a feather, duty heavier than a mountain."
"The best plan lasts until the first arrow leaves the bow."