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The Stage
(Date Written Unknown)
Birth is the beginning.
We're unaware of the stage that lies before us.
It's entrapping, we're stuck upon it for life.
We are constantly performing, it's a struggle, our strife.
The curtain closed tightly, then opened all at once.
Leaves us feeling blank, forgetting every verse.
Our script they say's pre-written.
The lines already known.
Yet they never come off just right.
We fight the battles, but lose our might.
The stage is left jaded, by the faults hid in our souls.
Our purity is stripped away, saved for who we love.
The war is coming closer.
The final battle, our last test.
It's the stage's last battle.
The one to see who's the best.
The roses are held by our loved one's.
To give to us when we win.
But in this battle no one is the victor.
Neither better than the other.
It's the script’s lines that make us believe that.
When our minds have known the answer forever.
Then the play is over.
Cheers ring out, and eyes have wept.
Then the curtain is closed.
What awaits us after death???
The script no longer has any lines, to tell us what to do.
The stage condemned by silence, so the rest is up to you.
Choose your path wisely, you may come back to life.
For we are constantly performing, it's a struggle, our strife.
