Stop the chance for utter romance,
the world is slowing down.
A frown, a look upon your face dispells any hope of possible retrace,
a retrace of life where it used to be absolutely remarkable to be so free.
Free from the bitter steel chains which tug your head in such a force.
You come to realize there is no recourse.
No mystical solution to the flagrant intrusion that love is.
You have no defense, nothing to prevent.
The army of love, it is coming forth.
Eventually you understand that you need to guide a miserable someone on the
street,
Help his destiny, cure his grief.
Skies laden with ash quicky transmogrify into a pearl.
A pearl as white as your eye.
Now you offer blatant remorse.
For you were trampled on your journey.
Your journey without the help of truth, love or perfection.

 
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