Mixed Salad
To reap, the whirlwind
Youth's spoils, we detached.
Fell into loss – Anarchy.
Grasped, upon every wish.
Ended with darkened dreams.
Determined to aim and to hope.
Within found pretense and lie.
Finally climbed, avoided ruin.
Escaped, leapt into paradox.
"Unus, pro Totus"
Youth's spoils, we detached.
Fell into loss – Anarchy.
Grasped, upon every wish.
Ended with darkened dreams.
Determined to aim and to hope.
Within found pretense and lie.
Finally climbed, avoided ruin.
Escaped, leapt into paradox.
"Unus, pro Totus"
