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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the night of others he sits and gets a drink To lit a cigarette he always smiles For with the smoke he does gets think By the cliff he watches and drown in tears With so many memories rushing on every night Willing to change yet does same Heroes have no names when the drink takes away the life called game Nowadays man sitting watching over the lights of the city he twist Now to stand tangling in his own sins committed with drink He waves goodbye at the life yet in bottle and grows emotions so thick For a bliss he dreams off, nothing severs the pain drank He still lingers at the edge of the bridge to the promised land as anyways he walks in rotten plank Say goodbye for you have lost the game tonight Child left in tears god have mercy for this man As I watch every night he desires to only die in sight Please father, don't be a fool and continue on A coward marks the years will a razor or a bullet I've seen so much yet much more to see tomorrow night Cry me not for my hands have always waited on the words of the last Now kneel and beg god to illuminate your road to endless nights of lust Fear the reaper Bleed the recklessness Share the sorrows Reason the martyrs Goodbye wasted man For the fall will take you to more darkness and yet more agony Dead I am not yet my moon He will see through the fire and bleed in lullaby
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