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Was it mine? Was it all fine? Was it all worth it? To undeserving people, to ignorant fools, manic minds, and the idiotic kinds. Yet, with the medals in my chest, clothes hanging from my shoulders, and the crown laying on my head. And still, I'll do it again. As this crown is still stuck in my head, I will continue doing so. Burn this gold to ashes, as I too be drowned in red seas made be. I'll continue playing the trumpet. -&&- Was it real? To be cursed and to be discarded, I've grown numb. I shall fight nightmares and die in corrupted blood. This time I will sleep in a dream unbegotten to reality, yet true in the mind of monsters. Maybe, this time, I'll find something reasonable. I'll lay dead in this field for a prayer to end. -&&- Dull. Unsurprising. How dull, pathetic more so. This is a world of prosperity, yet fell to the hands of the highest, when everything can be given equally to all. Unsurprisingly, even with guidance, they all will forget kindness. Even I, too, fell. Pathetic. And yet, I still walk to that sacrificial altar. I already left my fingerprints in false satisfaction. -&&- A flash of familiar light in eyes made me ponder again. Through those rain, muddles, puddles. Clearly saw my desired destiny. So there is still something no one can take from me. A solution to cast away doubts and fears. -0- Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage, rage against the dying of the light. For a moment I was lost in an innocent dream. I still smell the aroma of lilies and roses in the air. The lake reflected golden wheat in the summer rays. The rhythm of laughter still lingers in the festival air. While the shade of nights grows bigger. But above, we shine brighter. On my laurel, on my sword, on my heart, I shall cleave through sinner smile and reach to hope. Swallow your sorrow, eat the pain, and hold out tightly. Hold your despair tightly. Because that pain makes us. I think I finally found my peace.