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There was no time at all
To pick up the call
The end to all the glory
I had only heard once in a story
Now the end was coming near
And I could account for every tear
I ignored all the plights
And there weren't any fights
The world ran among the disaster
I, creator of it all, was master
Here come the devil's flames
With their evil games
That mistake of mine
Will not be gone with time
My heartbeat sped up
And the crashing of realization stopped.
- by ChaosandTranquility |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/18/2011 |
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