The path of angels has led me in
To which our sunrise will sure begin

and to what ideals are fervent?
I've watched, I've conquered, I've went.
and to what in a tarnished mind,
will I speak, will I love, will I find?

The path of serendipity upon us
To which our sunrise will haunt us

and to what bites have we bitten?
the words, the thoughts I've written.
and to what have our lives been led to?
the gates tattered feet have walked through.

The path of demise has been chosen
To which our sunrise will be broken

and to what thoughts have been forbidden?
the stale air and tries forgiven.
and to what will come from ashes;
our rises, our falls, our crashes.
 
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