Do you see now my son?
It is the storm to come.
Pave your way through the gallows,
breathe in the regret so shallow.
As a star lingers through death,
I would place upon thee a bet.
There is more than you see...
to that aimless breath.
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Gravity
Do you see now my son?
It is the storm to come.
Pave your way through the gallows,
breathe in the regret so shallow.
As a star lingers through death,
I would place upon thee a bet.
There is more than you see...
to that aimless breath.