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On the razors edge

Swirling winds and shadows

Dark and ever lengthening

A choice must be made

Divergence

Between the hammer and the anvil

Damnation and reprisal

Moral ambiguity

On the razors edge

No clear path forward

The way behind thorned and

Shrouded in prophecies of

The discarded remnants of the earth

Create. Destroy. Construct. Destruct

Slip away like a whisper in the wind

Drifting, moving, never returning

Shadow, specter, unseen wanderer

Rootless, dislodged, adrift all alone

Solitary existence, forced isolation

Disconnected from the tethers to reality

Slipping closer to madness

Coming closer to the end

The path of bleak reality

Could I? Should I? Would I?

Create. Destroy. Forsake.

Forge ahead. Into the uncertainty

Leave behind the familiar

Embrace the chaos and agony

The path, unknown

Somnambulant

Devoid of dreams

On the razors edge

Tempests black and churning

Tribulations abound

Choices were made

Sacrifice

Become the hammer and the anvil

Creation, preparation

Moral lucidity

Off the ledge

Moving only forward

The way ahead thorned and

Shrouded in mysteries of the things we leave behind