The phantom in time
Roaming bewilderingly
He is blind
And sometimes weep sadly.
He knows all fates
He knows the truth
Thus he is becoming insane
But he must dance till the end.
He has a sword
You call it karma
Swinging it random
But eventually it will hit you.
Be aware of his wrath
You can't bear his fire
Only good deeds can save you
Then he will guide you as North star.
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