Advent of Insanity

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    A sea breeze echoes softly
    It's song echoes through your mind,
    Leaves you thinking of tomorrow
    And the life you left behind.
    Come turn your head to face the
    Wind that fills enchanted sails,
    And drives you to your destiny
    As silent sirens wail.

    A sad lament for travellers
    Held in the hand of fate,
    Your future stands upon the prow
    Your past drowns in the wake.
    What chance is there for sanity
    When madness takes the helm,
    And steers you on a downward
    Spiral to his lonely realm?

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    Watch the night-sky- seagulls fly
    And in the heavens play,
    Yet even angels stoop and still
    Pick nothing up they say.
    There are things far more sinister
    That haunt the midnight air,
    The sirens serenade a warning
    Telling you:

    "Beware- the waves upon the water
    Are like ripples in your mind,
    And the shadows cast by nature
    Show the future you may find.
    As rivers flow because they know
    That they must join the sea-
    Thus you will be carried on to
    Meet your destiny."

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