No longer will I wait up for you
For too long has time grew
And showed me my mistakes,
Your daggers and stakes
Freedom runs through the creek
With the pureness I seek.
Barefoot I walk the trail
For blindly I have fell,
Twentieth Century insanity
blends so well with its vanity.
The old Magic is left behind
By this world's small mind.
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