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Gone

Is the early blossom

Along with all those springs

That you have missed

And noone will ever pay

For your pain

All needlessly taken

Force yourself to shut your eyes

Let it grow inside

Rip its way out

Hate

A loathsome heritage

Poor man’s delight

Ensorcelled by visionary horizons

You rush for and almost kiss the sky

Surrounded by glaring sober light

We just stand there wordless

And witness your fall

Fall into the depths of guilt

Bare the immense horror of the unknown

Plunge into the see of conscience

Where no man stands tall

Will you ever reach its shores

Gone

Are the early years

Along with all those dreams

That have kept you alive

And noone will ever pay

For your pain

All that you took for its intense thrive

Force yourself to shut your eyes

Let it grow inside

Rip its way out

Hate

A loathsome heritage

An unbearable burden

The venomous seed

Poor man’s delight