I hope there never comes a time
When the blackness in our minds,
surpasses grief and sorrow.
When rage begs not, to be contained.
And sadness no longer cares about tomorrow.
No longer cares, the circumstance.
Making good men heed the witching hours call.
When souls are lost,
and honor falls.
And love is just a word.
Once heard,
But a feeling no longer remembered
at all.
If you stand on the edge to long a fall will eventually come.
And it really doesn't matter if you jump, slip, or are pushed
the result is the same.
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