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The fire has yet to succumb
To the power she wields.
Tears fall from her eyes
And all is at his will.

A laughing matter
Turned to blood bath.
Everyone yields to the signs,
And all sadness has been said.

The pretenders hold the two down
Success is not theirs.
A release of passion
Is all that they need.

Paradise was not found
So fingers point the blame
Hatred boils at their tips,
And all sadness has been said.

He bows his head
As she buries hers
A death is around the corner
And all is by her hands.

A group of rejects
Play their game
But fail to protect
And all sadness has been said.