From when our life first blossomed,
We have caused destruction.
Since our first steps in our life,
We are surrounded by misfortune.
Since our first word,
We have spoken lies.
Since our first argument,
We slaughter each other like flies.
Since the dawn of man,
Our souls have rotted.
But the strands of fate shall be,
Forever they are knotted.
But even in a life of sins,
There is always a pure.
For in each and every one of us,
There is a vital cure.
When you reach your hand in friendship,
The light shines down on them.
For only when you stand together,
The righteous sprite will walk with man.
Compassion is our savior,
Greed is our undoing.
As long as we have friends,
Strange patterns the fates are sewing.
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 11:19 AM UTC
From when our life first blossomed,
We have caused destruction.
Since our first steps in our life,
We are surrounded by misfortune.
Since our first word,
We have spoken lies.
Since our first argument,
We slaughter each other like flies.
Since the dawn of man,
Our souls have rotted.
But the strands of fate shall be,
Forever they are knotted.
But even in a life of sins,
There is always a pure.
For in each and every one of us,
There is a vital cure.
When you reach your hand in friendship,
The light shines down on them.
For only when you stand together,
The righteous sprite will walk with man.
Compassion is our savior,
Greed is our undoing.
As long as we have friends,
Strange patterns the fates are sewing.
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