Made of
The ever seen ready to be the ending of salvation
Like homey thoughts it suddenly corrupts
Forming the vision of the new realization
When pain is fast, death abrupt

Candid people hang on the brink of reality
When everything is life or death and fantasies in-between
When we separate from each other in dangerous mutiny
And the stare of compassion is in fact unseen

To the future comes a need of no retrospect
When a new man’s death is at old than of love there is no dignity
We run from our fate like dogs of no self respect
And so the truth is but a wisp a sudden end or the sour fact of unity
And it is the crisp of life is but of man and but love
But soon it seems, love is what this is made of
Lex
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