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Hour Begun
Contributed by
Flare_For_Despair
on
Wednesday, 24th January 2007 @ 09:31:56 AM in AEST
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Now in the hour of darkness we look back to see the light which once shined over us all.
Though this being the last of time we fear in what might become in our new fates.
We though being who we are accept this change even though for the worse we aren’t ready.
Turning time back is wishful, though not realistic we think of the chaos we had made when we basked in the once great light.
Tragedy we can’t escape though we hope we will be remembered by all who survive in the heart.
Never more forgotten or remembered we will be, so that when all life ceases we will know that no memory will be forgot.
Not to be spared or punished we willingly acknowledge the fate we have so heavily brought upon.
Carve in stone or write in blood we will not stay the same for in this end what is there to be said.
Life is not continues as we thought and to think it ever was, is our silliest thought to be held.
Shadowed now I have only one last word that I dare not say aloud for what is the point now to say “realism”.
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2007-01-24 09:31:56] (Date/Time posted on
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