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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