sixth song of choices and creationA Poem by MarcoftheBeast
options and clear in my vision where i look straight to it...
and the numbers go down as i push each stones.. the lights may fade if i stop... but i like to stare at each symbols so arrogantly written and designed that i need to stop at seventy one.. it is a mood i chose to do when i am on a wait... a crew of three tablets is what it can only carry... i still stare at it that i noticed a green sword beside my eloquent symbols... fifty five i started to tire out... options are clear.. light fades....
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