Time is the enemy
From birth we wage fierce battles
against the inevitable
Our personal expiration dates a mystery
From birth we wage fierce battles
against the inevitable
Our personal expiration dates a mystery
All too often the Reaper's sickle
claims another one of our loved ones
before we can summon the breath to express
just how much they mean -
how much they really mean to us
A lack of foresight? Perhaps
Yet once the earth reclaims their shell
a veritable fountain of extolations springs forth
These memories of yesterday in time will fade away
No! We won't be the victims
of this bloodletting ritual!
And we will not be the victims of your system
And we will claim our freedom from this bloodletting ritual
The challenge is this:
To reclaim our emotive spirit that has been cast by the wayside
in lieu of contemporary stoicism, lacking the embrace of sentiment.
Though frustration and ire are quickly ascertained, affection's now a
stranger - how peculiar. Will we accept the challenge that has been set
before us? Will we reignite the flames?!
Ignite the flames that burn in our hearts!
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