Praise and blame are all the same
You are satiated, you are starving
You are the alpha and the omega
Here you are on the blue mountain
Halfway up, halfway down
Stranded and exiled, looking out to sea
Holding onto misplaced gods
And what you might have been
You had many a thing to say
But had not the words to say them
On the banks of lethe you waited
Nothing remembered nothing regretted
Arches to ashes, doors to dust
Blood resembles the colour of rust

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