My will was stopped from being brave,
right in his prime,
by a soft spoken dirge.
While I left thinking none of it,
he got charmed,
just walked on right to it.
The man in white was waiting,
where my will was bound to face him.
The man sent his spirit to lead my days,
while my will was taken Samael’s way.
Blocking my view I sensed no change,
while the friend in my stay was switched to faith.
And the end was there in waiting;
Where my will could lead me no longer.
The man in white took my will away.
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