The enemy you made your beloved friend; Brought a misery to an end. Crying out as you lost your throne, Response was but a busy tone Can’t help but feel the blame, But it still remains the fucking same! Is it peace you now feel? Impossible out here; it wasn’t real. Observing death in all your love, Pushing in that final shove. Can’t help but feel the blame But it still remains the same! The spoken words in darkness are true! There must be a peace in there for you. Where is my redemption for the sins of dissension? Can’t help but to feel the blame but it still remains the fucking same. What could have been Has actually been! The witness is lifetime, Callowness is the crime
Reason for writing:
For a friend who is no longer of this physical realm...
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