Green leaves fall in autumn groves
break hearts, the clubs, the cash, and cloves
and fold to hands that better suite
to make me 'come some ill-repute
No solaced grin
will come again
for time has come
to make me numb
DENIE THE PATH
ENVOKE THE WRATH
The weakness found in line-lead way
Will sacrifice the heart to weigh
This world
This life
So swirled
with strife to pray so not to pay
Indifferenced Indeared Indecision
Dare dream these days don't deal division
And e'er decide to stay
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