Had they lived up to this day
A dispersed group of rebels or perhaps a family
The thought grips my mind
Granting it nothing but sorrow
End it now or live until tomorrow?
To what end, I cry!
To live another day to die
Stripped of grace and heart
A wrathful haunt, I am the scorn
Why was I even born?
To suffer and die and let out my cry
I will never forgive!
The end to which I am met..
Haunts me daily in my bed
A screaming friend within my head
Torn apart by Man's malice
A stain within my brain
Carving a rosewindow into it's pane
I end with nothing to my name..
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