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cries of an eternal wind the suffering screams of a world so dim a challenged light, that been lost for now a raining cloud which seems to shroud, the corners of our minds the rain so dry, the warm to cold the far off screams of a dieing whore the night are filled with screams for life and no one knows who will become the knife the blade so cold not dull, nor weak so sharp and old, you'll hate the shriek death will come for you in time the blade is waiting for you the blood, a crime

Things that confuse us are not meant to be our mind is a puzzle will we not try and see? Will we fix our problems or leave them behind and forget who we are just to save us some time will we fix our mistakes? a misunderstanding will we fix our mistakes? we'll still be standing stand long stand strong In time you'll see, the problems you have aren't even that big