Tuesday, November 13, 2012

there's no joy left

in the Great Reckoning of the Age

our common deaths play out

and all the good we meant to do

no matter how hard we tried

to do it right comes tumbling down

and our sorrow so sweet and stinging

makes mock of our noblest intentions

oh I'm so sorry dear

how badly I've hurt you

in trying to do justice to our trust

but sorry means nothing

and all our faith and hope and love

drain our tears before the fading light...

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