As the world came to a close,
And you had forgotten me,
I held my terrible pose,
And stayed like a tree,
There was a time,
Where I didn't know what to say,
On how I felt,
But I knew a way,
I bled through a piece,
Inked out my heart,
And you took it,
And tore it apart,
But now I see,
That my eyes aren't yours,
Neither was my hands,
That opened up your pores,
I saw the light,
Yet I escaped it's mighty clamp,
And I begun my life,
As the unchanted champ.
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