I sorrow for their miseries unknown now, For artists fallen to the triple beam. Dead eyes never know to ask 'why' or 'how': Creation, to noncreators, unseen. Cry. Cry. Cry. Father, please, explain to me why We were given life, why I see these veins. Because joy is not granted in death's lie, Nor is there any truth in window pains. The road has grown disused; it signs deceit. Shaded looks find nothing but the mir'd dark, And ev'n Innocense labors to see it. Know, as time is true, one must learn to hark. Life is but a moment in forever time, But it's enough to reset the decline. -MMF
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