From the peaks of mirth, you've dropped down and turned back.
Within the abyss of hope, you've stayed there and held back.
You've been the driver of Growth, you've been the guardian of Time.
On the banks of Truth, you've developed into your prime.
Despite the placards of heat, you've slept there and burnt
In the bosom of arrogance you've grown and been churned.
Against the Ogres of Doom, you've grimaced and stared flat
Bleeding and dying, you've been there and done that.
Within the abyss of hope, you've stayed there and held back.
You've been the driver of Growth, you've been the guardian of Time.
On the banks of Truth, you've developed into your prime.
Despite the placards of heat, you've slept there and burnt
In the bosom of arrogance you've grown and been churned.
Against the Ogres of Doom, you've grimaced and stared flat
Bleeding and dying, you've been there and done that.
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