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We made it to our town
What do we do now?
No longer a seat for the crown
It had all burned down
Will it rise reborn?
While we sit here and mourn
Our lives are all torn
Every rose has its thorn
We need to make it that floor
We need to shut that door
So we can start to restore
But there is nothing
Worth saving
We need to end this war
Deep down in our core
We are all so sore
But there is nothing
Worth saving
We were young we were naive
What did we hope to achieve?
We forgot all that we believe
Just to end in this grieve
We fall in disbelief
Fate acted as a theif
Took all we knew
A tear falls for the view
We need to make it that floor
We need to shut that door
So we can start to restore
But there is nothing
Worth saving
We need to end this war
Deep down in our core
We are all so sore
But there is nothing
Worth saving
Where were you God?
Hidden in a facade?
Perhaps You forgot?
But there is nothing
Worth saving
What do we do now?
No longer a seat for the crown
It had all burned down
Will it rise reborn?
While we sit here and mourn
Our lives are all torn
Every rose has its thorn
We need to make it that floor
We need to shut that door
So we can start to restore
But there is nothing
Worth saving
We need to end this war
Deep down in our core
We are all so sore
But there is nothing
Worth saving
We were young we were naive
What did we hope to achieve?
We forgot all that we believe
Just to end in this grieve
We fall in disbelief
Fate acted as a theif
Took all we knew
A tear falls for the view
We need to make it that floor
We need to shut that door
So we can start to restore
But there is nothing
Worth saving
We need to end this war
Deep down in our core
We are all so sore
But there is nothing
Worth saving
Where were you God?
Hidden in a facade?
Perhaps You forgot?
But there is nothing
Worth saving
Literature
Prayer
I thank you, merciful Creator,
Whoever you, up there, might be,
That I was not proclaimed a traitor
And no one yet imprisoned me.
I thank you with my heart, Almighty
That yet my tongue wasn't ripped out,
That I am for my word still fighting,
And for my liberty I shout.
I thank you, Owner of existence,
From you I learnt all that I must,
Against offense I hold resistance
And I am used to pure disgust.
I thank you with my soul, Redeemer,
That time is limited for me.
A fear of fools: One day the spirit
Will leave the body finally.
And so, I pray to thee, Soul-Bearer
Let me dissolve in haze, I tell.
Dull is eternity in heaven
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For the Ones Left Behind
I shed no tears for you who sleep,
nor for the clay that breathes no more;
for why should any faithful weep
for one who suffers nevermore?
These tears are for those left behind,
for us who must remain alone,
deprived of light nor hopeful sign,
long waiting for our journey home.
The years of life creep slowly by
while we await our coming end,
yet not a day marks those who die,
who with the angels Christ attend.
With spirit tongues, you sing of hope,
in song eternal life proclaim,
in vain attempt to help us cope
with never seeing you again.
Your joy cannot to earth descend,
nor douse bereavement's wicked bite,
so pray instead
Literature
Betrayal
As I write this letter
I am consumed by my own hand
I believe the lie I utter
A treacherous maze is the heart of man
I walk this road with my own staff
I direct the paths I take
I raise my long prideful nose
and blame God for my mistakes
I strike at others with my hands
and kick dust into their eyes
I taunt those who do perceive
I bring the flow of my demise
I uplift myself into the sky
not knowing that I will fail
When I hit the dust I'll surely die
My own heart brings my betrayal
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