Every thought a grain of sand,
Tired and bleeding, begging for deliverance.
With each mountain surmounted,
Another soon appears.
A never-ending journey,
To a never-ending darkness.
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| Wandering lost in a sand storm Every thought a grain of sand, Tired and bleeding, begging for deliverance. With each mountain surmounted, Another soon appears. A never-ending journey, To a never-ending darkness. |
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