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Posted:
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
by Stained in
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poem
23:04
07/03/07
May he know why it was him
To Justify for the unknown
His to make
His to lose
A chronicle untold
Far from time
A gamble of fate
Or Maybe his own life
What life you may see
Cruel & free
Dying it may seem
Just another journey
From past to present
Future is now
May his soul
Rest in pieces
Scattered all over
Of what was once his
All over the ground
Under the sole
Sole of people
Who don't give a damn
His to make
His to lose
Lost it all
What he never had
Now he lays
Alone in his grave
Forever he shall lay
Till the end of time
When all will be lost
And nothing will matter anymore
Then his time will come
To shine again
To shine into the nothingness
And no one would give a damn
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