Losing touch
I grasp and embrace death
Like the ace of spade
As the light fades I give God and praise
Raise
With an all knowing sight
Intangible heights
With fires of fight
Free is the flow of winds and lights
from righteous wings and perilous plights
and see past the chimes of opulent cry
and vines of lies
lest flowers die a lonely fire fly
beyond hills of pain happiness burns
I turn and give the last living smile
Savage, mischievous of style
The infinite mile, literal exile
Like the ace of spade
As the light fades I give God and praise
Raise
With an all knowing sight
Intangible heights
With fires of fight
Free is the flow of winds and lights
from righteous wings and perilous plights
and see past the chimes of opulent cry
and vines of lies
lest flowers die a lonely fire fly
beyond hills of pain happiness burns
I turn and give the last living smile
Savage, mischievous of style
The infinite mile, literal exile
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