' My Shadow Will Dance `
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This reflection, feverish with fear,
Shattered faith shown through a broken mirror,
Candles dance, casting shadows on the wall,
Silhouette of obscurity, lost without cause.
My shadow will dance, a faint whisper in the night,
Truth burns like a furnace, a glimmering light.
Smoke will rise, and tables will turn,
When everything's cleared the deed will be done.
Faith worn thin, the soul becomes weak,
Hope for the shadow begins to look bleak.
The flame glimmers faintly, as the candle decays,
Falling through the ashes of life's disarray.
The candle is dead; smoke rises to the stars,
The shadow once living, no longer resides
Within this hole, lies perpetual defeat,
All of life, a pathetic disease.
He hoped, and he dreamed, but he never perceived,
Not everything he believed would in time be achieved.
Our shadows will fall into darkness with time,
We lose ourselves in life's rhythm and rhyme.
"Put your faith in me, I'll guide you home."
He hears it throughout, a monotonous tone.
"Belief is a weakness, and faith a disease;"
"With one or them both the mind cannot see."
My shadow will dance, a faint whisper in the night,
Your faith will decay, into your mind peeks a light.
My shadow will dance, with yours in the sun,
All that I am, would not, could not be undone.
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This reflection, feverish with fear,
Shattered faith shown through a broken mirror,
Candles dance, casting shadows on the wall,
Silhouette of obscurity, lost without cause.
My shadow will dance, a faint whisper in the night,
Truth burns like a furnace, a glimmering light.
Smoke will rise, and tables will turn,
When everything's cleared the deed will be done.
Faith worn thin, the soul becomes weak,
Hope for the shadow begins to look bleak.
The flame glimmers faintly, as the candle decays,
Falling through the ashes of life's disarray.
The candle is dead; smoke rises to the stars,
The shadow once living, no longer resides
Within this hole, lies perpetual defeat,
All of life, a pathetic disease.
He hoped, and he dreamed, but he never perceived,
Not everything he believed would in time be achieved.
Our shadows will fall into darkness with time,
We lose ourselves in life's rhythm and rhyme.
"Put your faith in me, I'll guide you home."
He hears it throughout, a monotonous tone.
"Belief is a weakness, and faith a disease;"
"With one or them both the mind cannot see."
My shadow will dance, a faint whisper in the night,
Your faith will decay, into your mind peeks a light.
My shadow will dance, with yours in the sun,
All that I am, would not, could not be undone.
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