memories, which casts fears
upon the threshold of our consciousness
Remembrances, that incites tears
after every tale which only time tells
we unfold with events , hoping they end well
the set is paradise,
and we are actors from hell
Feelings of deppressions,
deeper than the darkness
in which therein lies a poignant sinister smell

Time reads backwards,
and it's twelve before eleven
sunset before rise
as we seek a reality
from our store of dreams which were realities

The feelings of emptiness
memories of the lost
the loss,
incurred when we paid the cost
by carrying our cross.

The blood of loved ones,
in which we've had bathes
the grill of time,
a pure blend of cries and laughs.

Our guts and gots,
whips and weeps,
guns and gones,
ex-terminates and exterminates.

For the seeds of hatred,
were left to germinate.

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