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Morrow
At a limited time people rose to decline
They'd shine for a moment only to ascend
Clawing for a patch of clear sky
Skinny hopes could not make it to the end
Life was without color or greys in between
Man at the helm without light in their eyes
In sickness they'd roll and toil in defeat
In health they'd feign and fall in disguise
Without tact, knowledge, or care
They trail behind them a million broken kings
No story or song in which they might share
A traveling lie grants the royals their wings
And in the tomorrow which we disregard
Those we had worshipped face poison and spear
Reason we've lost at the stake or to the guard
Pool on the ground with their memories and their fear
None can arouse recall or desire
Nothing can conquer their ubiquitous dread
The ship rolls on, maneuvering clouded ire
Bravo! I really like the way this was composed; very nice. Your writing reminds me a lot of a band called VNV Nation, maybe you can check out some of their lyrics sometime.