My life is pathetic,
It's only war and rage.
My only resolution come with a
Turn of each page.

My love, how it lives
On, the massacre
Of my heart, I feel
The loneliest one.

The heat irritates, ignores but trusts me,
The climb of my ego,
Only frustrates him, but he would never,
Let me go.

The responsibilities,
Of someone in their youth,
Is greater yet, than someone,
Going to enter a tomb.

You'd never understand,
How far we'd go.
The kids and followers of,
The place where you'd know,
A lost and lonely land,
Called childhood.

The End

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