What game is this,
Where heroes die,
And Love is a poisonous kiss,
And Hope is a dying butterfly.
What dance is this ,
Where babies cry,
And Fear follows bliss,
And devotion is a lie.
What home is this,
Where saviours try,
And space is just darkness,
And Life is a sad Goodbye.
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Author:
David Wakeling (
Online) - Published: September 10th, 2023 00:06
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
Tumultuous and opposite.
Bizarro
That's life for some.Thanks for commenting
Dig!
Indeed, what game is this in our lives.
Andy
Its called unlucky 7.The one with the most junk at the end wins.
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