The Journey
Rocky with rifts,
Sliding earth consuming me,
Sinking into the dirt beneath my feet,
I must flee,
Though the road ahead seems rocky,
And there are ice-coated mountain tops,
Staring at me from the distance,
Brutality lives in this journey.
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