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Lead me from tortured
themes of nights alone,
Wipe away years,
childhood as dry as stone.

From of confusion,
illusions dark have grown.
Even now in of sorrow
the still is sown.

My course is guided
decided by limits
on charts of my past
and pathways I was born.

The

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

You and I are answers;
The earth of the came to flesh,
Eroded by rivers
To the we now possess.

share of my breath and my substance,
and our stream and our times.
In bright, moments,
Our reasons are in our rhymes.

The Curse of Yaga

Double faces dark
Talk too but talk no sense
Yeah I see those smiling
us up with smiling lies

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

The Great Gates of

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

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.

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

In the all are yearning,
For to be.

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