Following a path of uncertain charm
and stepping heavily along the way
is never the intention to those we harm
or to those with which their lives are to pay.
Only those prospering in a course of sorrow
meet with hands raised high and fashion
a spoonful of delight which cannot borrow,
now empty inside, a barrel of passion.
With a blink the night turns to grey
tightening a knot of hate,
regret was his sin to pay.
The only one who would take the gift
was the only one who could take it away
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