TRANSISTOR

The deed was done, trapped in blade,

Never to release, no hope and prayed.

Turn in circle for an easy solution,

But tragic find the only conclusion.

Matter to restore the soulful trap,

Who blame the deeds, ambition strap.

Deceit so sweet to carry them on,

For the final, ending, gone.

Link: TRANSISTOR

Link (Music): In Circles

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