Beware
In the midst of the summer's eve,
Lies blackened cold heart of stone,
Torn and be withered,
Scarred and shattered,
Into a savage quest of faith.
The savage heart reeks of fury,
Vengeance towards the pressor of weaponry emotions,
Scarred deep into the heart of the soul.
The horrid cries disappear into the blackened chilled night,
But nobody hears the whisper.
The be withered heart freezes in the intensity of the pearl white moon,
Yet nobody sees the sight,
Nobody hears the cry.
Long into the ever cold darkened blue sky lighted night,
Lies the dreaded memory of lost love.
Can the longing adolescent heart be forgot,
Can the barbaric soul be saved.
Forgetting is a task for a thousand soldiers to challenge in bloody defeat,
But remembering is calling the Devil himself to your door,
Beware of the deadly cry,
Beware of the longing memory...
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Forgetting is hard to do,
But remembering can be deadly!!!
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