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One silver streak, and darkness is cut
When lines populate the earth
soaked in pleasures and dirt
As the spinning wheel of life decides each fate
A clew of chaos, of brand-new souls but
And leads life lines to its spools
Where they are beginning to have their downfall created
A world full of kings, beggars, knights and fools
I am making my own magic tools
The start of the bigger web, the tapestry of life
Catching a glimpse of a made up world
It ignites a spark in a heart gone cold
Breaking the thin line wire of an off worldly stare
That was spun, weaved and unravelled, every soul dealt fair
And all lifelines have left the spools
As the spinning wheel of life decides each fate
With my own set of magic tools
Then it is spinning, to have new life created
I am making another web, a tapestry of death
Seeing the result, the bigger whole,
A world full of kings, beggars, knights and fools
The spark dies again, the heart turns cold
I cut the line
unravelling the world of dreams, revealing the reality it stole
When the wheel of life love and hope, came to a hold
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