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I hear the rain,

It bleeds the pain

Of a perfect world gone bad,

Of a sunny day turned black,

And there is no going back.



This is the point of no return.

What we sow is what we burn.

What we reap is what we've earned

For rejecting what we've learned...



That violence only breeds more violence.

For this,we're damned to hear the silence

Of our hearts as they stop beating,

And the rain,

Forever bleeding.