The Last Strike

*** Edit by IvoryWolfess: And I'm sorry young man, I cannot be your friend. I don't believe in a fairytale end. I don't keep my head up all of the time. I find it dull when my heart meets my mind. And I hardly know you, I think I can tell, these are the reasons I think that we're ill. I hardly know you, I think I can tell, these are the reasons I think that I'm ill. And the gods that he believes never fail to disappoint me... And the gods that he believes never fail to disappoint me... *** *** Edit: Marshintire Oh, the gods that he believes never fail to amaze me. He believes in the love of his god of all things, but I find him wrapped up in all manner of sins. By one in the morning, day is not ended. By two he is scared and sleep is no friend, and by four he will drink but he cannot feel it. Sleep will not come because sleep does not will it and I don't believe him. Morning is mocking me. *** *** My manic and I have no plans to move on. The birds are singing to calm us down And birds are singing to calm us down. ***

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