Timeo Danaos Et Dona Ferentes
A chance at last to now be grasped
Wish shaking hands and dancing heart
The smile of one who could be he
Who breaks through life to set me free
And then the gifted chance unwraps
To show the truth with hellish laughs
No chance exists except in mind
The tortured hope I hold inside
On cliff top screaming, knife in hand
For desperate wish of better land
I free my tears to blooded sky
And scream to God now let me die
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