I am air and water
With a mixture if ice and fire
A full yearning of desire
To have something that I can’t receive
So I rather deceive
The friends that I have
Of those I had gave
Most of my time to
And only receiving dew
In return of hatred and cold
To those I once supported and told
The secrets of my life
That is constantly being filled with endless strife
As my blood runs like a river over the sacred gold
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