I hate I cry, I love I die; I know
The road but throw the stone, because a stone
Thrown feels like home always looking for woe;
Looking for woe; looking for woe; resown.
I close my eyes to see the light. It sits
Out far beyond the edge. I walk the line
To make the meet in hopes my time acquits
The crimes my hands did make into a shrine.
I love I cry, I hate I die; a flame
Too bright to see, with sickened eyes, does still
Exist to light the sphere to which our pain
Adheres with tactful brace to tax the till.
Welcome a trial by fire, a squad by force,
Because we take this life to craft our course.
-MMF
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