Sanity's Cliff

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My bones shake the bells that lure you

Every second has a chance to be your saviour

While you fight the obsession within your crown


There is an aggression building within you

Because someone is trying to take your love work

Warnings slip out of your broken gates


On the misty air that flirts with shadows

Comes a soldier whom is fresh from battle

Booze and promiscuous beings cannot distract 


A focus so sharp like an eagle's vision

Desperate hands reach for me in your garden

Weeding them out calms your ire.


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