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Angry and tempered,
Flare the raging blaze,
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Found at the end,
Forgotten in the first,
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The future deceased,
Crippled and fragile stumbling towards it,
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The days are dark,
The people are frustrated,
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Crimson the air about me,
Heavy and dense with pain and anguish,
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Tears for the blind,
Insults for the deaf,
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Diminished in spirit and disfigured in form,
Dismay haunts him consistently as he mourns,
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It was early evening the sun sleepily retiring from the daylight sky. The warm summer air blew in short wisps across the valley of Trail Kline a small and shady
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Time it flys,
Swift and silent,
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Escape the sorrow,
Flee from pain,
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Lost the luxury,
Lusting for glory,
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Lies for life,
Lust for sacrifice,
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Shut the rain,
That pours in my sorrow,
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I see the pain in your eyes
It makes me keel over inside,
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Feel my sorrow as i see your pain,
In your eyes like a lethal allergy,
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Dependent on my sadness,
To know that im breathing,
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I never knew how you felt,
Those times the clock slowed in your room,
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Broken promises,
Lost lies,
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Abandoned by forgotten,
Lost from sorrow,
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Lost in the rancid marsh,
Over flowing with tancred thoughts or forgotten,
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Three to be used,
Used wisely unlikely,
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Alone and shaded from a blissful day,
Day upon day traveling across the lands,
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Average every day fool,
Jokes of pain and anguish,
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The fallen are forgotten
Time drooling by
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Tancred thoughts weave about me,
Binding the last bits of humanity redeemed by pain,
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Scampering and stumbling threw plains of despair,
Putrid stench of sorrow and freight heavy the air,
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Lost and livid anger boiling deep inside me,
Unable to induce my rage without pain reaping all,
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Light piercing the placid bleakness my room,
Clouds shadowing the hearty rays of the immortal sun,
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Broken to bits,
Shattered to pieces,
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Some may fear it and some may brave it,
Horrors await in the deepest depths of its abyss,
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Two steps into the grave and one step out,
two breaths in and three breaths out,
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Against the ropes and struggling for the upper hand,
As many blades pierce to and fro and my memories and thoughts,
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