My heart, into small pieces it breaks
Falling upon the cold, bitter ground
Things turn from chaos to turmoil
It makes a brittle, shattering sound
Falling into pieces, nothing it makes
Like meat, left to ripen and rot, or spoil
As we continue on our chosen route
To infinite, complete destruction
We choose the path, our destiny
Our lives are of our own construction
Sometimes strong, often so astute
Will we end in an eternal infinite eternity?
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