Praise and blame are the same
Win or lose it’s a crying game
You are satiated, you are starving
You are rising, you are falling
Here you are on a blue mountain
Halfway up, halfway down
Stranded and exiled, looking out to sea
Holding onto misplaced gods
And what you might have been
On the sands of time you waited
Nothing remembered, nothing regretted
Arches to ashes, doors to dust
Blood resembles the colour of rust.


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