With words now lost,
And memories, all that remain.
Count the cost,
Reveal the hidden stain.
Where can you turn for answers,
When you can't decide the question?
Are there others,
Or is it you alone, who makes this decision.
Your life has been given a value,
And death is its ultimate price.
Who will stand beside you,
As the hangman throws his dice?
Is this a victory?
Murder and sin?
Who is the hero of history?
Where does his story begin?
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Why. Why must life me so unfair, with so much hate, and despair. Why must people die, people cry, people lie. Why can a soul never be free. Why do the tools of oppression capture you and me.
The final frontier of desperate hope, The King and his men are the priests and their Pope, For it goes without saying that looks are deceiving, That lambs can be lions and arrivals are leaving.
Stuck in this hole you put me in Can't find the light in my eyes Maybe it's a test that we all are in But is'nt that a waste if our my time Do us a favour, throw us a saviour Do us a turn, before...
Where do you run to, When you don't know where you are. When do you stop. Will you ever know how far. How can I move forward, When I keep pulling back. What if I can't let go.
Do you derive hope from failure. Do you derive joy from pain. Do you derive love from hatred. Do you derive loss from gain. Do you see life as a mystery. Do you see life as a maze.
Everything we've done up to this point has bought us to where we are in fashion music art and dance in feeding morals arsony in drugs and teeth and fruit and sharks in thin red wine in coffins law in...
I like to write from different angles. Differing angers, Differ in standards.
Does anyone else, Feel Time slip Away. As if the hour you thought, Is really a day.
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