Racing through time like a breakneck angel on the way to redemption
Only the time found will tell where one can go once it’s been defined
Heaven holding a doll through the eyes of a hound in a basket of Hell
Only racing only taking
Hell bent on making a break through a theory bound by a reason unfounded by a soul
You’re just racing, keep racing, the track will wear out eventually
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Rhiannon Kaia (Pseudonym) (
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And if the track does not you will going in circles. Well written
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