Mark of the Eight

I structure my words
Counting each of my footsteps
Approach carefully

There are penalties
The loss of a memory
Snuffing out a light

The man who purchased
Has also sold the world
Perfect paradox

Nine sing to the Eight
Eight are the bullhorns for us
Twinned undying wills

The gates cannot stand
Where innocence is found trapped
I cannot resist

I don't need this form
In the end I'll take any
But I've preferences

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Consciousness like an iceberg
These are the pieces

[Arcane][nonsense] words to some
Precious roadmap to others
Find me as you will

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