Running out of grace. eh?.  What place is this?
Centuries unfolding revealing "days"
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Days dissolving--truth? (Is there any left ?)
Without Love?--only the exploding Rage
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Come softly , Beauty--you are as you choose
Walk with Me--we shall obliterate the Lie
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The Cold, Dark Stare--the brazen hate is loosed
It's up to you to not  be afraid to Die
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So many Somebodies for us to hold
Lost tiny children--bitter Solitude
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Something wanted--Something we need to know
Some way the True Power can sure be used
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In this quiet Moment I see you there
Upon yourself all the Pain that you can bear