The wind in the trees
blows gently through the leaves
That mark against the sky
colours, of, that seem to fly
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Blackened, dark, with shining steel
A fiendish device made to cut rip and kill
Leathery grip, bloodstained blade
A knife to kill, a knife to betray
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What do I see?
Hate, avoidance; no part of me you want
What do I hear?
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There was a time in my life
When I was all alone
And even though it was free from strife
I felt I had no home
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Sitting silently in her place
the young one rests
Thinking to herself
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Through the passage of time we do many things
Actions: some wrong, some right that we commit
In the absence of reason we act in ways normally never considered
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The object of love, the item of despise
Unknown they grow, each on the rise.
Pushing the boundaries of rationality
When combined, cause dis-functionality.
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When I think of my life
I have to say
its the best one I know
And its here to stay
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The life that is stagnant
Growth stunted in static form
A life that once held promise
Now curbing the expectations
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