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Of Their Own Design
Abandonment continues along his cruel fate
Can't go back home, it's too late,
He can do naught but walk an empty path
For he faces his own wrath
Hopelessness lingers behind his friend
Hoping soon that his misery will end,
He thinks this all a haze
While all he needs is to adjust his gaze
Together they scramble through strife
Living naught but an empty life
They choose to walk their expected path
And that is the cause of their lifes' wrath
