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Someday,

the promised day will come

Turning the back to numbening comfort,

A comfort that held you far too long.

Defeated,

with chivalry of one thousand men.



Dulling,

withering all inner essence,

holding power to decide,

yet feeling just restraint.

Cursory order,

won't save chaos within.

With your Left arm you're pushing forward,

pushing forth pragmatic reality.

With your right arm up - holding truth,

the truth you pretend to care for.

Between both threads, divisive,

A middle path never crossed as answer.

You are the Lord of Steam,

Yet, still swallow the sun.

From cradle,

a fate set in stone,

heir of riches,

how valueless they have shown.

Diligent,

Cowardly living for this endeavour,

now never,

will that day come.

Cursory order,

won't save chaos within.

With your Left arm you're pushing forward,

pushing forth pragmatic reality.

With your right arm up - holding truth,

the truth you pretend to care for.

Between both threads, divisive,

A middle path never crossed as answer.

You are the Lord of Steam,

Yet, still swallow the sun.

As you swallow the sun,

Promised life flashes through your eyes,

As you swallow the sun,

Your prime has passed,

now all that's left is swim in gold.

As you swallow the sun,

Hiding insecurities under titles,

won't make you ONE.

As you swallow the sun,

the airships you built had more freedom,

than you ever will.

Tragic fate created in tragic choices,

Keeping in your pocket all the voices,

that left hand holding grip now rejoices,

all this is left,

as you swallow the ...