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The Broken Hearts Crusade
b>I said I loved you, You said you love me too. I gave you my heart, But I guess you didn’t care about that part. I gave you the key to my chest, But you gave me blows like you would an unwelcome guest. You have broken me, Like a car against a tree. I had your back, If you needed a break you need only ask. But when I turn my back because I trust, My back gets impaled by a sturdy thrust. This thrust I did not see, Was from the one that was and still is loved by me. My heart gushes before my eyes, And flutters to the skies. The sky does not want it, So it falls to the dirt and grit. Then it turns into a big mess, Now I am in distress. How will I ever feel love? I am not worthy like Gods Morning Dove. Maybe I am destined to die alone, Now I must turn into stone. Maybe I should be metal instead, For it is not easily dead. Oh God what have I done? What have I become? I’ve become a heartless monster, From a wound that festers. I need peace in my soul, But my soul is a piece of coal. Maybe this is part of a plan, I pray that’s it’s to turn me into a man. I am a weapon now, But no it won’t be the sound of a KA-POWW. It will be the sound of a blade, On a very long crusade.
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