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- Crimson Wings
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Do as you’re told even if you don’t understand.
The filthier the World becomes the more precious life is.
Though you say you hate it,
You end up wanting to embrace it even more.
But the World has other plans in store.
As I stare intently my heart begins to ache,
Has everything I’ve done up till now been a mistake?
The mirror reflects you dark side,
No matter how much you smile.
Whisper good-bye to this unsightly world,
As the new becomes old and is replaced once again.
This is but a new beginning not the end.
Then dance around happily with your crimson wings.
You should not cry out in anguish but rather sing.
The promise made will replace tears that need to be shed.
You fall spiraling downward with wings the color of red.
Life becomes precious,
When the World becomes impure.
Nothing can be done to help it,
There is no cure.
It continues to darken,
Until it becomes doomed.
Hoping now that it will be soon.
Something must end for a better start,
Or will you end up with a changed heart?
It could change,
But if it does what will you do?
If you change,
I could too.
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