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Title: The Hour of Truth
Sad little story,
False aspirations:
That will I tell you
Please sit back
And do listen to me.
You never tell it
Pleasure from torture,
Lights that went down
And will never be shining again.
You never tell it
Luck from misfortune,
Lies that have furthered
My demise
I have seen it in your eyes:
Life might seem to you so nice
But reward always smaller than pains.
I can feel it in my veins:
That your inner soul retains
Tiny portion
Of his memories
And pass day
And pass year
Im still living by my fear
And my hearts crying out for your heart:
It was he and not me
To want to neverd be to be,
For example, in my precious life
And those lots of mistakes
That Ive made out of feelings
The obelisk of black
That has rose in my heart
(Cold heart)
Is it the end?
So, I have nothing to worry:
I threw my own life
On the altar of Loves demon!
And those false aspirations,
Pale words of pity,
The biterst of truths is
Better than
The preposterous lie.
You never told it
Love from betrayal.
My days are few
That thanks to you
False aspirations,
Bright words of hatred,
The dreadfulst of truths is
Better than
The nefarious lie.
You never told it
True love from passion.
Id fade to black
To never come back
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