United
Stars aligned;
Under the stars was the first time the felt alive.
Timing; never their friend,
Nothing less than a heart condition,
Nothing less than the bleeding of faith’s hand.
Faith and destiny;
Destiny; standing so far and wide.
State lines interrupt the beautiful few souls that are meant to interwine.
The void grows darker as these passing flying moments speed by,
Like a leech; one soul will fill this void,
With the next burning of the eyes.
Wrong; so wrong,
But the head will hardly speak,
The void might be filled,
But their bones will always feel weak,
Until three thousand disappears to zero,
They can fill this hole with a million and one heroes.
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