Chosen Freak
Night is close, I am so weak
Glory speaks I’m just a freak
who creates his own realms
In the street of dying elms.
Killing god of morbid dreams
I can’t break his dreadful screams,
They will call into the grave
in this time, I won’t be brave.
You will tell me, never mind,
I still seek and I can find
wings of freedom in the spring,
But I’m running on the ring.
And I see another trick
I am fool, I’m chosen freak
who creates his own realms
In the street of dying elms.
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