A Fools Dance

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This Sacrificial dance,

All just happenstance.

Leading us astray,

Every mind to sway.

Bitter life to live,

Nothing left to give.

Just holding out for more,

On some distant shore.

Anguish is our lot,

As we sit and rot.

Hope has left us cold,

Why wait until we're old.

Die this very day,

No reason here to stay.

Emptyness will come,

When this world is done.

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 10, 2012 ⏰

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