Blah, Random
no one really knows
but who are they to dare-
say anything to everyone
when in reality,
they know less
and less and less
keeps remaining,
soon there will be nothing.
Once all is done,
and you have surrendered,
you'll be wishing you obeyed-
the rules
but you didn't wish,
you did.
and what you did,
you cannot undue,
halted, untouched
your hurt, but so joyous-
it's so strange for us-
to watch you in glory,
the glory of the weak-
it's so peculiar-
and will never be unique again
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