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"Live! Live, I must!".

A fog of uncertainty lingers on the muddy bog ahead,
Your presence is unwelcome,
The trees frown at you,
"Leave! Leave!" hoots the owl,
The wolves begin to howl,
 Its time to prowl.

 "Listen to me, my love,
This forest is alien to you,
And you are a stranger to it,
Its hostility knows no boundaries,

 Take heed of what I'm about to say,
The fog, my love,
Embrace it you must,
Surrender you shall not,
Bleed, you may,
Die, you must not.

 When fear arises,
Let it have its due respect,
But abide it you must not.

 Hold onto your will to live,
It will guide you.
Live, you may.
Live, you must."

 You close your eyes,
Inhale,
And wage ahead.
"Live! Live, I must!".

 GrymmRipper :]









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