I walk on a path, placed on a plank
I’m living my life
Wishing for an outcome
In this life or the next
I beseech the yearning
In the hearts of all

I walk on eggshells
Hoping they don’t break
I see a soul 
Yearning for vengeance
I see a man alone on a path
A path not meant for 
A weak mind like his

I cherish this day 
But not for what I’ve seen
But rather for what 
I know is coming
Angel’s Might, Demon’s Scream
And man is left to tilt the aftermath

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