Why hoping to hear the words when you know they'll be never told?
Why trying to strive when you know you'll just find your loss?
Why turning your back at your gods when you know you have already proven your faith?
Why wanting to live when you know the only issue is death?
We are a flame in decay.
To live is not to breathe.
It is engraving your name and may your deeds vanquish death!
In any life you'll live.
May you be remembered and remember who you were.
Which flame burned in you and how strong it set the world aflame.
Why would we strive to do good when we always do bad?
Why would we carry on when we know we strain in vain?
Why trying to pace on at the edge of the cliff?
Why trying to get drown when you reached the very down of the abyss?
We struggle against flames revived by the waters we pour
The fire keeps burning even when turned off
Why willing to stop when you know the circle is neverending??
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