Split four ways
In this maze
To never find each other
Led by stars
From afar
To the land of dreams
Thew the maize
I pass the days
Surviving as I go
Past the yells
the onion smells
Pass the earthquake brawls
Into roses
come out scarred
Fall in pain
Deep in the fires
Where voices are criers
I strive up the mountain
With waters wetness
Curing the burns and bathing the blood
I'll reach the top, Eventually
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