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The Elders of Tomorrow
That’s not how this works,
You can’t be serious.
Don’t tell me this is truth.
Why must you make me endure
a pain this deep, but
keep me so shrouded in darkness
I can only experience the pressure
It puts on my shell of a corpse.
Loving something eternally
Does not make it immune to pain.
You can suppress it shortly,
But pain will come around.
Pain will show it’s face and surround
You in the aura it brings.
Protect the coven of your heart,
And barricade the blood of
Your person.
For none of this is permanent.
Only a temporary burden,
Before you reach your peace,
And teach your truths to the
Youth of Yesterday.
~CP-W
You can’t be serious.
Don’t tell me this is truth.
Why must you make me endure
a pain this deep, but
keep me so shrouded in darkness
I can only experience the pressure
It puts on my shell of a corpse.
Loving something eternally
Does not make it immune to pain.
You can suppress it shortly,
But pain will come around.
Pain will show it’s face and surround
You in the aura it brings.
Protect the coven of your heart,
And barricade the blood of
Your person.
For none of this is permanent.
Only a temporary burden,
Before you reach your peace,
And teach your truths to the
Youth of Yesterday.
~CP-W
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