The mist of life surrounds us on all sides.
To the left and right we can-not see.
Behind us is the ruin from the remnants of our past,
which threatens to swallow us whole.
In front the mist thickens, our breath within us is
snatched away and replaced with the winds of time that hold life's precious strings, to pull at us this way and that.
Memories of old are melting away with age,
as confusion steps in and makes its name known in the darkest corners of time, where illusion takes reality and destroys its contents.
The taste of death, has been made for many, sweet.
It seduces every thought that shows any light,
and we are swept back once more into
the darkness of the 'Puppet Master'.
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