The Red Foundation of Existance
Deep in the abyss,the clouds of fog and dark.
Walk with me amidst,red flames and idle spark.
Sounds of weeping blues,essence of hollowed birch.
Time will prove the muse,dreaming a sinners perch.
Sublime today is still,constant in it's passing.
Heeding to my will,foundation still amassing.
Survival of the fit,trial for most is futile.
Instinct renders wit,subconscious blows a bugle.
Hear the final call,tow the stages curtain.
Witness for them all,existance still uncertain.
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