To live with strife
To live with doubt
For whom did I give my life?
I live on in which thought?Who am I?
I am regret
Meet me eye-to-eye
Tell me before I forgetI grow more and more
Inside your head
A pain most sore
A heart gone cold before its deadI am unsurmountable
I am what is capable
I am what was unable
I am the Cain to your AbleYou cannot get rid of me
You will sacrifice
You cannot be
You will plunge into eternal iceFor I am what you wish you were
Sorrow and joy become unstable
You wish her warmth here and there
But your grief is unsurmountableWhat oath you made is now buried
What blood was spilled is now drunk
Loathe in self-pity and cry before hurried
I am regret, yet I am lecture in a mind most sunkLearn from me and become unsurmountable
Stand alongside me and be one with retrospect
All the crimes and evil will be held accountable
But you shall reign king and be seen with respectThe Lion king of the steam-powered jungle
It cries in regret, yet it drinks from a newfound river
Remember what you learned in every bungle
Whatever the task, you shall deliverFor a king is first a student of regret
Learning to cope and forgive its own self
A king who does not need heed no threat
A king who conquered the unsurmountable myself
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Memory Fragments: Probity
FantasyWARNING: CONTAINS VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT. The heart is found hidden in the aftermath of choice. An enlightened path gets brighter when humanity is restored by imperfection. Only the darkles of intertwined flesh obscure the void left while casting dar...