As i No.3

the poem starts here->As I Redeem my soul from lifes lost then found,I will Enter the race but remain underground Neon lights spell out, what my heart desires Alchemists scheme, so that the flames get me higher Imagine a nation free of "the disease " Sympathetic people who want to believe Soldiers of circumstance,accidently here Admiring the corpses, their thoughts crystal clear No one is immune, no one can escape Captured now, for those souls it is too late Eventually you too will succumb, and Into the waters,you will want to run Stifled by crows that nest in your head Merging synaptics, that electrical thread Yearning,searching, for the ultimate prose Gingerly testing the water with toes Oddly lamenting that life will be lived Always forgiving,in hope you'll forgive Love is the answer ,for your love I will live no.3 in a series of seven