Tore Down in a Heartbeat, All That Which Makes Us Smile,
Ended, Halted, Destroyed,
There Exists No Sugar-Coated Words
With Which To Depict This Song of Sorrows To Which We Find Ourselves Enslaved.
Deaths Wings Enfold Us All,
And What Chance Do Any of Us Have to Stop Them?
A Few Well-Wishing Words From A Few Well-Meaning Friends,
Does Nothing To Slow That Endless Procession.
Give Up, Give In, For We Are Never To Win.













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But the Beauty of that Rose has been Known to Wither through the Gaze of these Timeless Eyes
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But the Beauty of that Rose has been Known to Wither through the Gaze of these Timeless Eyes
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