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Lead me tortured dreams
themes of nights alone,
Wipe away years,
tears as dry as stone.

From of confusion,
dark blossoms have grown.
Even now in furrows of
the still is sown.

My life's is guided
decided by limits
on of my past days
and pathways I was born.

The

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

You and I are yesterday's
The earth of the came to flesh,
by Time's rivers
To the we now possess.

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

The of Baba Yaga

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

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

The Great Gates of

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

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

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

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

In the all are yearning,
For to be.

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