The end is here
Redemption peeps
Nights of wasted right
The artist with a dream
After all the sins have been laid
The world becomes you
The ability to forgive
Rock bottom in direction
In Night, or out of prison
Forth cometh that soul you dreamt of
Never fear
The heart of gold has melted
A wordsmith and a poet indeed.
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