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The World Burns As We Speak (and one more)

Soon it’ll be too late

Will you still wait?

Leave it up to fate?

While the world burns as we speak

 

Time is running out

If you don’t know what I’m talking about

Then all my doubts

Have been confirmed

 

Heat drastically rises

For them a game, for us no prizes

Fools treated as the wisest

As lives still fall apart

 

There’s no other way

What do you say?

Can’t wait another day!

While the world burns as we speak

 

New Poem: Never To Be Angels

 

Defined by what makes us weak

Silence or the ability to speak

Ashes or a pile of dying embers

Forgotten or an oath to be remembered

 

No, we were never to be angels

Instead, given something greater

Colors to paint, wipe away grey and dull

Blessed with joy, misery, and anger

 

Rivers holding more inside than on the surface

Either climbers or gravediggers to our own abyss

Secrets of passion igniting hidden flames

Our differences bring beauty, for none are the same

 

Using the things that set us apart

All to unite our ever-lonesome hearts

Like different notes to play a song

Playing with the truth, never right or wrong

A symphony of lies will never last long

 

From division we must unite

For each other ready to fight

Though never to be angels, this I’ll say

We paint our tomorrows, night or day