My soul, my phoenix
Braving the games of fate,
Walking on thorned paths
Not a surrender to date.
Destiny's next move,
Not heard, not seen, not felt,
But the last straw it is,
Placed gently on my soul's pelt.
No more tears to shed,
My anaesthetized soul,
Beaten, bruised and broken
Never again be whole.
Marching, white flag aloft,
No desire for flight or fight,
An eternal dreamless slumber,
The only panacea, my soul's right.
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