The Blacksmith’s Locker

I live a life of lie
What’s my name
I walk the path of men
What have I become
A demon or a saviour
What choice do I have
A pat on the back
Who would want that
To remember or To neglect
Both are peas of the same pods

Endless lockers, Endless Box’s
Beyond timelines, Beyond Universes
The spell of the deceiver
Treasures beyond man’s imagination
Treasures overwhelming man’s expectations
But for only those who can see beyond the lie
Beyond the allure of greatness and power
The mischief of the Blacksmith knows no bounds
For my lockers goes beyond time itself
A man in the future walking through to the past.

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