Crimson Soul - Same

It's All The Same.
Countless People Walk Through The Streets,
Aware Of Nothing, Just Wanting To Sleep.
They're All Selfish, Needing Their Wants,
They're All A Lie, In Strides, So Naught;
All I See Is A Formless World, Everchanging, Golden And Free,
But The People That Walk It Are All The Same,
Watching A Mirror, Insane;
We Aren't All Like A Rat,
We're Not All Cornered, Left In a Pack;
Some Of Us Rise,
Some Of Us Fall,
Some Of Us Walk, The Path Unknown To All...

Crimson Soul

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