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it does no good to cry
demons are the friends within the walls
they listen to the confessions whispered in the dark
they take dreams instead of flesh
for they too must survive
there is so much regarding yesterday left unknown
the chains of anguish shackle me to the wall
as loneliness weighs upon my steps
tears fall as the memory of love fades
leaving behind more questions than answers
there was no divine intervention as preachers preached to their followers and pushed the sinners aside
just retribution for the sins I don't remember committing
how many more lonely years must meander by
until I learn the lesson it does no good to cry
~ D Done ~
