Spooky Panda

Despicable creator

May my father recieve his rightfull suffering
The angel of death's grip tighten around his heart
and may his brain devour itself with all it's memories

Getting torn apart between care and discipline
I, my own nature rejects them both
And so I become unchained to myself

The day I fly from my tower you will be gone
and as it collapses you will go down with it
wishing to take back your sins as your flesh rots and burns

From the comfort of my new nest, a view of snowy mountains
I am free to spread my wings, feeling the wind in my face
My past is behind me and my future life awaits me, whatever it might bring
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