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Nov 2017
imgine a cup
full of a blessed curse,
And you can take a sip and
**** all that now hurts.
But theres a price you must pay,
if you accept the offer:
you shall drain the chalice
or soon you will suffer.
the poison that fills
is the same as the cure,
just depends if you can take it all
or, if you fall somewhere in the road.
but dont be fooled,
and swallow it all at once.
take your time, learn the lessons
you must find your own dose.
Once drained
your work isnt done;
theres a final step,
the most prickly one.
Dont be frustated
or think i lied to you,
when in the end of the road
you have to face your own doom.
dont let your head down
when all fall apart,
in the remains of your soul
your shall find who you truly are.
dont be scared
when it open your wounds,
just so you can find and rip of
all the spikes inside of you.
Written by
Igor Vizoni
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