all those lost and thought forgotten hours
hidden by the lies they did devour
still this path before you may give rise
until and to your ultimate demise
give the day the line as proper written
if freed by your compass all is forgiven
when one can be what one believes
they shall never fall upon the road of thieves
secrets are kept and they will rot
that piece of you innate but forgot
give the light within you time
be as thou ought - the man by original design
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