Return of Ice Age

The forlorn Voyager of slippery epoch
Wrinkled passions wrapped around his blue soul
Dilapidated dreams of his ravaged heart
Scattered in gloomy nights

Cruel destiny that engulfs all ambitions
Waiting for me to embark
For parting the eternal thoughts
So that they pester other reality

Let me pack my Dead Sea shells,
Frostiness of my spirit,
And gratitude for that pain
Which reside with my being

Let his graves not be bare
Let his arrogance not be forlorn
Let his debt be paid
Let he thrives in my sorrow

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