Luck

Before a new fire risen
The sacrifice had to be made
There was a heart
Still beating –
And the mind
Broken into little pieces
Ounce of sweat
Scarlet cruet of blood
Coming off those crying eyes
At the end
One ingredient missing
Faith laughter dropped
Thus I was missing luck –
That wasn’t given to me

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