Testo Liquid Dread

Indignantly I nefariously take the path again
But the question I ask is will I detour at the same place again
Same place
Will erase
Pull and heap my trailing past of regret
I struggle to the end
Never think twice and never fret
I will never bend Nor will I mend
Now setting my sights on the parabola
My paradox within
Livid with dread I move slowly ahead
The battle is tied
But it is I who will always win