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Every night I burn in the eye of fate, faulting my sins, unharnessing my dowries— a pyre of desires left untamed, embers that rise in the darkness unnamed. Eluding the cry that echoes from the crow, its call a harbinger of what I know. Tapping to the freak beat that consumes, flowing through vibrations in shadowed rooms. The pulse of madness, the fevered glow— a dance with demons I cannot forego. The clash of heat as oracles burn, consuming secrets with no return. Through the light of disillusion’s glare, I strip myself bare, I have nothing to spare. The flames twist higher, a searing embrace— I meet my reflection in a nameless place. The crow's call, a whisper, a scream, shatters the remnants of my fevered dream. For every sin, a debt I pay, but still, I burn, I cannot stray. Fate’s eye watches, unblinking and stern, as I cast my fears into the fire to burn. Flowing through the vibrations of echoing sound, I am bound to this ritual, spinning around. The light disintegrates, shadows devour, yet in the darkness, I reclaim my power. For what is fate but a game we play, a flicker of light that fades away? Every night I burn in the eye of fate, faulting my sins, yet never too late to find a spark within the night, to kindle hope, to reignite. The clash of heat, the oracles' wail— I ride the waves of this fiery gale. I emerge, reborn in the ashes' glow, a soul that knows what it’s meant to know. Through the disillusion, I’ve found my way— to dance with fate, to face the fray.
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