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For Christs Sake
His back he turned as the world it burned, and tears coursed down his cheeks. To and fro his head did go, as sadly he shook his head. I gave them all, an endless ball, why did they treat it so? Questions, questions, questions no answers gave surcease. Down the slippery slope without a rope once their will I gave release. In no time at all they ruined the ball, the band it got no pay. In a way, its strange to say, they knew would come this day. Stop the party, quit being naughty, oh no its time to play. Hear those screams of shattered dreams, and endless time of fear. Was I obtuse, to cook their goose I thought I made it clear. Well on I go, there’s more you know, its not my only rock. Maybe, the 'next' will stop their walk, and hear me talk. My heart will soar, there will be much more and the tears won’t fall as rain. My choice was clear, the costs were dear, there was no call for pain. Oh, my children have died, and they never tried, but all was not in vain. For the next rock will roll and I shall stroll among those who feel no pain. Eternal life is oh so nice and soothes the rutted road. Will you, the 'next,' draw near my words so that the price be not a weary load. Beside me now and standing tall you are welcome here to stay. As for those,well I do suppose ‘free will’ got in their way.
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