How it Ends? A single candle, flickers from the past, of a time of sorrow, a loss of innocence, we of the ending, of the truth, but I, so is spoken, I recollection of past sins, of deeds thus done, of loves thus lost, time long ago. I stand, an age of ill fate, I rage, for this of my end, a glint of silver, of a wound of old, of a time of death. Was I real, did I laugh, so I forgotten, of so ill waiting, reaching for that yonder star, only to be burnt by the gentle rays. Last one forgotten, first one found, I curse thee, so it is written, of I of they, the gentle light as the candle falls, a laugh from the madman, I, grinning in the darkness, a flash of silver, an etch of red. I kneel, and pray to the nonexistant gods, for release, the piper comes. I fall, alone, dying, reaching, the light fading, a single tear, bloodstained, of the future, I renounce, of recollection, the agony, the blank, the ending. Is this how it ends? for those of us forgotten, to die, as oneself, to renounce the truth, as one falls from grace.Birth sign: Not entered
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