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The Last Days

I am in this place where madness dwells silly hearts and social ills. With a heavy heart to take a stand things that matter on just one hand. The grace of God will save us all not before we take the fall. Who will rise with us to heal the brave of an unfinished project I started today. Conviction, compassion more enveloping than anger, I think not. To battle to death those things that rot. Gather the masses and ethics appeal look to tomorrow, instead of feel. Oh, the anguish and dread how I wish I were dead. I will pray for our souls that all can be saved never to sanction a life depraved. All who oppose and stutter and flail cry and mourn when they see they have failed. Ride the wind and look to the sky before you cast down and begin to cry. We will stand together, or not at all be united or take the fall.
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Mar 16, 2012
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