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Ending
written by .scars.07:24 PM 4/20/05| Today all our power is useless. We have no say on what happens here today. No matter what we do this will not delay. All this madness comes to fray. The sarrow, the sadness, the questions about tomorrow, are useless, there is no stopping this day. The noises are heard, but not seen, as you lay counting sheep. The sound of the ending is nothing but deep. We could stand and fight, but for what, no matter what this is our last night. We got our signs and our warnings, but ignored, and thought nothing of everything. We almost deserve this, so lets drop our heads and our hands...now that we've lost our lands. No use for anything anymore, we might as well of opened the door, and let this happen....why are we still wondering how..its over now! |
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all the fighting...everything...it's going to take us down sooner or later, dont ya think?
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