And now, the end is near And so I face the final curtain My friend, I'll say it clear I'll state my case, of which I'm certain I've lived a life that's full I traveled each and every highway And more, much more than this I did it my way Regrets, I've had a few But then again, too few to mention I did what I had to do And saw it through without exemption I planned each charted course Each careful step along the byway And more, much more than this I did it my way Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew When I bit off more than I could chew But through it all, when there was doubt I ate it up and spit it out I faced it all, and I stood tall And did it my way I've loved, I've laughed and cried I've had my fill, my share of losing And now, as tears subside I find it all so amusing To think I did all that And may I say, not in a shy way Oh, no, oh, no, not me I did it my way For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught To say the things he truly feels And not the words of one who kneels The record shows I took the blows And did it my way Yes, it was my way, gothic, dark, mysterious, intricate details, dramatic lighting
1101
FLUX
Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.
167
FLUX
Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.
172
FLUX
Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.
162
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An image of two paths diverging in a forest, with one path being bright and clear, and the other dark and obscured by shadows. This illustrates the choice between righteousness and wickedness. intricate artwork . octane render, trending on artstation symmetrical artwork. cinematic, hyper realism, high detail, octane render, 8k
169
DreamShaper
Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.
073
FLUX
Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.
172
FLUX
And now, the end is near And so I face the final curtain My friend, I'll say it clear I'll state my case, of which I'm certain I've lived a life that's full I traveled each and every highway And more, much more than this I did it my way Regrets, I've had a few But then again, too few to mention I did what I had to do And saw it through without exemption I planned each charted course Each careful step along the byway And more, much more than this I did it my way Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew When I bit off more than I could chew But through it all, when there was doubt I ate it up and spit it out I faced it all, and I stood tall And did it my way I've loved, I've laughed and cried I've had my fill, my share of losing And now, as tears subside I find it all so amusing To think I did all that And may I say, not in a shy way Oh, no, oh, no, not me I did it my way For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught To say the things he truly feels And not the words of one who kneels The record shows I took the blows And did it my way Yes, it was my way, gothic, dark, mysterious, intricate details, dramatic lighting
1101
FLUX
Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.
167
FLUX
Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.
162
FLUX
An image of two paths diverging in a forest, with one path being bright and clear, and the other dark and obscured by shadows. This illustrates the choice between righteousness and wickedness. intricate artwork . octane render, trending on artstation symmetrical artwork. cinematic, hyper realism, high detail, octane render, 8k
169
DreamShaper
Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.
073
FLUX
Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.
172
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An image of two paths diverging in a forest, with one path being bright and clear, and the other dark and obscured by shadows. This illustrates the choice between righteousness and wickedness. intricate artwork . octane render, trending on artstation symmetrical artwork. cinematic, hyper realism, high detail, octane render, 8k
169
DreamShaper
Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.
162
FLUX
Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.
073
FLUX
And now, the end is near And so I face the final curtain My friend, I'll say it clear I'll state my case, of which I'm certain I've lived a life that's full I traveled each and every highway And more, much more than this I did it my way Regrets, I've had a few But then again, too few to mention I did what I had to do And saw it through without exemption I planned each charted course Each careful step along the byway And more, much more than this I did it my way Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew When I bit off more than I could chew But through it all, when there was doubt I ate it up and spit it out I faced it all, and I stood tall And did it my way I've loved, I've laughed and cried I've had my fill, my share of losing And now, as tears subside I find it all so amusing To think I did all that And may I say, not in a shy way Oh, no, oh, no, not me I did it my way For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught To say the things he truly feels And not the words of one who kneels The record shows I took the blows And did it my way Yes, it was my way, gothic, dark, mysterious, intricate details, dramatic lighting
1101
FLUX
Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.
167
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And now, the end is near And so I face the final curtain My friend, I'll say it clear I'll state my case, of which I'm certain I've lived a life that's full I traveled each and every highway And more, much more than this I did it my way Regrets, I've had a few But then again, too few to mention I did what I had to do And saw it through without exemption I planned each charted course Each careful step along the byway And more, much more than this I did it my way Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew When I bit off more than I could chew But through it all, when there was doubt I ate it up and spit it out I faced it all, and I stood tall And did it my way I've loved, I've laughed and cried I've had my fill, my share of losing And now, as tears subside I find it all so amusing To think I did all that And may I say, not in a shy way Oh, no, oh, no, not me I did it my way For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught To say the things he truly feels And not the words of one who kneels The record shows I took the blows And did it my way Yes, it was my way, gothic, dark, mysterious, intricate details, dramatic lighting
1101
FLUX
Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.
162
FLUX
Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.
167
FLUX
An image of two paths diverging in a forest, with one path being bright and clear, and the other dark and obscured by shadows. This illustrates the choice between righteousness and wickedness. intricate artwork . octane render, trending on artstation symmetrical artwork. cinematic, hyper realism, high detail, octane render, 8k
169
DreamShaper
Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.
172
FLUX
Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.
073
FLUX
And now, the end is near And so I face the final curtain My friend, I'll say it clear I'll state my case, of which I'm certain I've lived a life that's full I traveled each and every highway And more, much more than this I did it my way Regrets, I've had a few But then again, too few to mention I did what I had to do And saw it through without exemption I planned each charted course Each careful step along the byway And more, much more than this I did it my way Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew When I bit off more than I could chew But through it all, when there was doubt I ate it up and spit it out I faced it all, and I stood tall And did it my way I've loved, I've laughed and cried I've had my fill, my share of losing And now, as tears subside I find it all so amusing To think I did all that And may I say, not in a shy way Oh, no, oh, no, not me I did it my way For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught To say the things he truly feels And not the words of one who kneels The record shows I took the blows And did it my way Yes, it was my way, gothic, dark, mysterious, intricate details, dramatic lighting
1101
FLUX
Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.
167
FLUX
An image of two paths diverging in a forest, with one path being bright and clear, and the other dark and obscured by shadows. This illustrates the choice between righteousness and wickedness. intricate artwork . octane render, trending on artstation symmetrical artwork. cinematic, hyper realism, high detail, octane render, 8k
169
DreamShaper
Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.
172
FLUX
Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.
073
FLUX
Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.
162
FLUX
An image of two paths diverging in a forest, with one path being bright and clear, and the other dark and obscured by shadows. This illustrates the choice between righteousness and wickedness. intricate artwork . octane render, trending on artstation symmetrical artwork. cinematic, hyper realism, high detail, octane render, 8k
169
DreamShaper
Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.
167
FLUX
Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.
073
FLUX
Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.
172
FLUX
And now, the end is near And so I face the final curtain My friend, I'll say it clear I'll state my case, of which I'm certain I've lived a life that's full I traveled each and every highway And more, much more than this I did it my way Regrets, I've had a few But then again, too few to mention I did what I had to do And saw it through without exemption I planned each charted course Each careful step along the byway And more, much more than this I did it my way Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew When I bit off more than I could chew But through it all, when there was doubt I ate it up and spit it out I faced it all, and I stood tall And did it my way I've loved, I've laughed and cried I've had my fill, my share of losing And now, as tears subside I find it all so amusing To think I did all that And may I say, not in a shy way Oh, no, oh, no, not me I did it my way For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught To say the things he truly feels And not the words of one who kneels The record shows I took the blows And did it my way Yes, it was my way, gothic, dark, mysterious, intricate details, dramatic lighting
1101
FLUX
Evade the rain Ancient beyond the grasp of even the Gods love can never die but tainted still live. Prints of irreversible steps we took so proud knowing life is short but the journey long, remain now and until we die a story written with stolen time. Where we started lie that once broken circle, Whole and hard as steel daring us to endure what greater souls could not. To break it is another memory to battle while a moon of ghostly white slaves around our sleepy earth. No answer satisfies what feels like endless flocks of thoughts and I wear the loss of you like battle scars without honour. Behind armour the warrior untouchable seems and illusions remain alive. Still, choose this I did not but then neither did you; though dream we did all the same. In face of fate small we seem and more so while her hands guide our steps one final time. Likewise regret, like trying to evade the pouring rain, is a wish made in vain.
162
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