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It's guiding me through darkness,

as questions grow each day

These rituals and traditions, my eyes ever despise

My dying past, desires gone, a time renewed

What defines my essence,

the comforting sound of escape

"Every unwanted being encountered, are the masters

For you to forge life, they are there, for you to define"

'Without them nothing evolves — Nothing remains static

Onward intended journey — The idiosyncratic"

The primitive, the banality, fictitious faces 1 only see

My dying embers, the end of solitude

Years of distress, among all these souls,

yet mine abandoned

A cosmic awareness there must be behind this circle,

I feel and I am

A sorceress made an entrance,

a spell was put on the ghoul

As the maze was to be explored,

a new chapter begins, no more solitude

This one I cannot ignore, a karmic reality?

My dying past, in liquid freedom, a time renewed.

Am I so weak, why can't this bond be broken,

an obsession?

My dying embers of solitude.

"What is wanted always comes from the unwanted

If you stand in your true self, fully aligned and all-known

How can karma be when essence stays all-knowing?

For the physical dies as your consciousness fades"