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"profane"


Agony hangs so heavy,
on the wings of fallen angels!.
Witness these my final days,
I commit myself to rage!.

Kingdoms rise, and empires fall,
forgotten like yesterdays dreams!.
I don't believe all that I've seen,
but believed every word I heard!.

I am not the man I was,
I know I'll die alone!.
With a bow and a profane kiss,
I speak of honor and trust!.

I brought this all upon myself,
regret will someday end!.
Honesty is pain, anger is devine,
I'll not join the walking dead!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

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