Ode to what might have been

Pain and sorrow fill the time

Allegations feel sublime

Many nights the fear takes hold

Sending us out in the cold

Can we take what's unforgiving 

How those who were envy the living

Waiting on the daily spin

Exceedingly crucial that we win

Taken once to calm the soul

Zealous prophets play their role 

 

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