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So where is my solace?
Where is my right of reply?
There's nothing for me
Tears have run dry
This cloud of disillusion
Won't lift it's game
To many losses,
to fit in one name
Life has been unkind
Turmoil glitters
That's what I find
The lighter it looks
The darker it leaves you
It digs in its hooks
And loves to deceive you
Devastation and molestation
With out heart or hesitation
The rhythm in this piece
Is too good to release
This is how I know it's fitting
There's no solace
So time to cease.