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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