My footprints have changed,
And so has my solemn heart.
From the shadows of the devil
He played his little game,
A game of life and death,
A game of love and war.
He played his little game,
And engulfed me with his chains.
I stayed there almost forever .....almost.
I saw there my name bieng carved,
In the list of the dead.
It was slowly bieng carved with blood,
The blood of the poor souls,
I shed....
I let go of my chains,
And ran to my escape.
Leaving behind my footprints.
It was then that I realised the beauty of life,
The beauty hidden within the darkest nights.
And I changed forever,
And swore to never,
Play the little game of the devil.
-Aayat Ashraf
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Changed Footprints
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