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Afforded life of forty sorrows

Rest the limbs from the fight

Another night has moved tomorrow

Closer to the lens that's seen tonight

Words are nothing, but that's made you

A beacon for the night about to bring

May it rain forty blades of pain from above

To cut you away from this life

The night, for some about the slumber

Or hiding away from the rain

The shadows disguise hidden meaning

Better than the lies of life today

The grave is only getting larger

To fit in all you think you take away

But you think rest is a finalising martyr

It's not, it is you and no one cares