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the end is now in sight terror comes encroaching don’t let the perilous dusk douse the flame that leads you the dream inside you burns yet darkness wants to dim it when you want to quit hear the summit calling and when’s the sky’s sunlit and faith is at its brightest the blackness strikes again the apex is still higher tho’ energy now spent you vow to keep on going just when the crest you’ve reached you slip and fall now dangling hanging by a nail a famine then come robs you feed on your inner will to see your destination you break free and go on the wind strikes now the hardest resist not but take flight set sail to elevation your spirit will not break your eye’s upon the zenith but next the snake will bite let passion be your tonic it burns right through your veins your skin molting peels off you metamorphosis has changed the venom to elixir then illness strikes quite fierce you sink into a deep trench reach down throw up your twine towards the light you see it no strength left yet still walk you are not to be broken stop gasp and catch your breath you are at the top now a phosphorescent light envelops all around you spin it into gold throw rope to those still climbing you who’ve scaled the mount tho’ scarred have high ascended fear’s an illusion here love’s altitude has conquered never give up hope tho’ night is at its cruelest hang on to see the sun the pinnacle is magic ©2016janetaylor
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May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 11:48 AM UTC
the pinnacle is magic
the end is now in sight terror comes encroaching don’t let the perilous dusk douse the flame that leads you the dream inside you burns yet darkness wants to dim it when you want to quit hear the summit calling and when’s the sky’s sunlit and faith is at its brightest the blackness strikes again the apex is still higher tho’ energy now spent you vow to keep on going just when the crest you’ve reached you slip and fall now dangling hanging by a nail a famine then come robs you feed on your inner will to see your destination you break free and go on the wind strikes now the hardest resist not but take flight set sail to elevation your spirit will not break your eye’s upon the zenith but next the snake will bite let passion be your tonic it burns right through your veins your skin molting peels off you metamorphosis has changed the venom to elixir then illness strikes quite fierce you sink into a deep trench reach down throw up your twine towards the light you see it no strength left yet still walk you are not to be broken stop gasp and catch your breath you are at the top now a phosphorescent light envelops all around you spin it into gold throw rope to those still climbing you who’ve scaled the mount tho’ scarred have high ascended fear’s an illusion here love’s altitude has conquered never give up hope tho’ night is at its cruelest hang on to see the sun the pinnacle is magic ©2016janetaylor
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May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 11:48 AM UTC
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