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Lead me from tortured
Childhood themes of alone,
away endless years,
childhood as dry as stone.

seeds of confusion,
illusions dark have grown.
Even now in furrows of
the doubt is sown.

My life's course is
decided by limits
on charts of my days
and since I was born.

The

I carry the of a journey
that cannot be away
It deep within me
For I breathe it day.

You and I are answers;
The of the past came to flesh,
Eroded by Time's
To the we now possess.

Come of my breath and my substance,
and mingle our and our times.
In bright, moments,
Our are lost in our rhymes.

The of Baba Yaga

Double faces defense
Talk too but talk no sense
Yeah I see those eyes
Butter us up smiling lies

Talk to creatures raise the
Fate you know got fed
Trained apart from of stone
Whores and hustlers the bone

The Gates of Kiev

Come forth, from love's
Born in fire,
born in fire.
Come forth, love's fire

In the burning, of our yearning,
for to be.
And in there must be gain,
new life!

in, salty streams
and dark seams
where the sun gleams.

were, sent to the gates
Ride the of fate,
the tides of fate.
They were, to the gates

In the all are yearning,
For to be.

no end to my life,
no beginning to my
is life.