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'Evermore Love, Evermore Hate.'

Looking up the sky screaming to who the hell knows,
My knees are on the ground  counterfeit praying but my head is bowed low,
Tell me, God or even please, just one more to show,
The prophecy has changed even for a bit, as it grows?

The love that they convey and the love that they create together,
I'm not desiring for love but oh my, how my accismus that will not surrender,
Creating my own garden of time in my head, which will stay forever,
Shame to say I can no longer hide my heart that yearns for another.

Tick, tick, tick, the clock is running and the time is ticking,
I fell into a well deep of regret; probably drowning,
This one is for me, and only me that keeps on trying,
I'm biting the bullet but the gun is to my head; one more chant and the trigger I'll be pulling.

They asked, "Did you hear the people are talking?"
I shrugged my shoulders and a big sigh from my mouth that'll be leaving,
To cross the land of the forbidden, knowing damn well the bastards were lying,
I wish I could close my eyes because I'm too tired to be caring.

The whispers of their eyes convey the clarity of their minds,
The smoke of betrayal in which I'm lost and suddenly turned blind,
They feign their love so they can stab me from behind,
All I needed was a bit of love, but it turned out that I'm just too kind.

Forever and now, I have to go somewhere they will never know,
A bit far away, just for a bit, with profile that I tried to low,
Maybe for a bit I'll hide what I have and whatever I try not to show,
I will go somewhere quiet with my little love that tries to grow.

tamat.

-2024

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