| Staring at the shards of life
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| With no one around
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| A leaden silence, no answers
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| No response, no remorse
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| For the grand failure and all that took part
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| In the futile crusade of cretins
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| When life fades, shadows rise above all things mortal
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| And relentless winds scatter the ashes we leave
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| Love is just a distant memory, left long ago
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| Leaving battered feelings
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| Turning life bitter
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| Hope dies anyhow, as love never rained from the sky
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| And then things get cold
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| So, take the outraging sheep to the shambles
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| To melt the as yet
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| Frozen Fortune with their blood, for they shall serve
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| Serve in setting free
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| The strength live the life of a king |