A paradox of a world that breaths fire,
A light of a deviled glimpse that sorrow brings,
A land that I can not see myself desire,
In this everlasting gift of suffering.
Silence comes from the ground,
Alas, the life that grows nothing at all,
And all the hurt my life surrounds,
What will I do, where will I go, in this last call?
Rage, I live, a challenge that is to strong,
In a land that I don't belong.
And of all the feelings that feel so wrong,
In my head I fight on and on...
I see myself in this endless war,
And I can't see myself life this long,
If only I can live like I did before,
Stop this fight, stop this endless song...
And comes the time when we all die,
The haunted time that seduction is at may,
One more day, one more hour, we all lie,
If you could stop my pain, you could end today
Seize today as it is your last,
All fouls shall bring us regret,
And regrets we die for in there deadly past,
Hold my hand as I watch the day take set...
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Submission Name: One Last Day
