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Amongst the stabs of metal
and flashes of information
An escape finds the seeker.

The wind whips the green
And the water carves the rock.
Amidst the silent destruction
Screaming thoughts abound.

They rip the absence of the mind
And fill it to the brim
They whisk in and out
Only surrounded
By the soundless escape.
The wanderings of a corrupted saint
Leaves the ground bare
And brings life to the dead
Forgotten canvases on display
That were once blank
Now consume attention.
His air obliterates the unknown
Under his tread both destruction
And creation occur.
All through this pain,
this Lion races the wind.

Engulfed by fog
Separated by difference
Trudging through the broken glass
Burning what it longs to live
Learned by curiosity
Lost by the rules
Found by the enlightened
Sinner by the lost
Saint by the found

— The End —