Please hearken to the depths of your heart to outstretch the palm of forgiveness.
Apologies to the shell of a forefather, wrack with the weight of age
I fear I'm not all you thought I was
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Blood pulses through the same veins that bleed envy for the life unblemished
The same veins weave themselves into the brush that paints the daunting tail of existence
Tell me, is this real?
I fear that day passes without adherence to law,
And night falls with anguish.
Life isn't what it used to be.
Far beyond tomorrow lies a ramshackle heart beaten upon the walls
And there one hopes the mind hasn't reached the same fate
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"If the world had a million of you, it would be a better place"
Take me away into the night.
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