Hero for a day

king for the week

but after a quarter comes a life of a martyr.

So begins the age of what has to be,

A decade of life love and struggles of ones own

After which a score of three that passes like a candle

a fire that goes out but in a way that can never be smote out

only to brush the residue away,

thus a lifetime to follow one’s own sorrow.

Let it not be your tommorow.

Enjoy what you got,

Live a little

Laugh at life just a bit,

for when it somes

you know how to handle.

So come at me

my villains

my antagonists

my enemy,

Id rather be your friend

I’d love to work with you,

than fight

coz in the end,

we become what we always hate.



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