Quisquis
Mosh poshes and mishmash dish dash
pain and dreams
name your theme
Congregate along the natural path
compensate for a wrong that intends to last
more than all the live long day
a score even just paid pipers would say
is anything but when fate takes her cut
when time takes it’s toll
what is left, is your soul
all that’s left, is your soul
The Anonymous Prophet now treads The Infinite Narrow and leaves a trail to follow.
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