
I am the stuff legends are made of… My weaknesses are my strengths… And my strengths are hard to come by…
I am the beginning to my end… The end to selfish living… I am the root that gives way to new life in a new season…
Viva la Rebellion
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The pathway of destruction is wide
And many are in route
The end looks like the beginning
And the beginning…
A cloud of soot
But the stairway to serenity is more than meets the eye
It spirals up instead of down
And lifts you far up off the ground
The first step is wide as wide can be
A simple task to catch a grip