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Wander through brush.

Through thick wood.

Over briar and sorrel,

stepping and never seeing.

Never needing rest or repose.

The day begins its end.

The night rises,

ever so dark,

ever so black.

But one misplaced step

spells chaos.

One misplaced step

into seeming oblivion

Tumbling down,

down, down,

into the never-ending scope

of the unknown.

Consumed by woods,

eaten by the thickets.

The insanity of utter isolation

and disorientation.

After wandering for endless nights

where sunlight never penetrates,

and not even the light of the moon

can guide the way:

Salvation in starvation.

So when wandering

the Primrose Paths

remember to heed these words.

Remember each step could be your last.

'Cause one misplaced step

spells chaos.

One misplaced step

is all it takes

to bring you down