If only today
So much more
Much better than tomorrow
Oh the longing, Never before
Darkened by a silencer might
There lay the fallen
Many lost, none forgotten
Unlike any witnessed passing
There they lie, Blamed and Nae, ashamed
Hear Ye ole timeless fashion
Though the waves have washed years away
Sept, no more
Let thy will remain a lonely passion
Though it pleases for the lost to beg
None shall ask Ye, Nae'
Suffering comes
Then again, persists the fire's pain
Even in death
Follow thy desires
For in Hell
Mine is rain
(11/14/2020)
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