No eternity,
to nexus of a snake
I travel to
the back end of faith.
To escape the jaws
of the Ouroboros.
One must beat
them at their
own games.
Their mental chains!
Strayed with a bullet,
that links you to me.
And me to you, so that
we can make our own center lane.
And break my pact
with Death and all
that occupies that
space that makes
you fake.
Us; this good council
where we find the insane
what we report that goes
with us to our graves.
And deliver us out
of this world.
What ever made
so secure.
Breaking me down,
demons wearing
the crown.
Backed up the
right horse,
and you\'ll be
unbound.