How quick the fate of death condemns.

How young the victims are.

Everything I ever loved,

Left nothing but a scar.

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I'd figured all there was to learn,

A book would then supply.

And yet unanswered questions stand;

Why must the noble die?

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In time, my wounds grew numb to pain,

I simply didn't feel.

But then, I mused, perhaps in time,

I'll find I'll never heal.

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Distractions are my only world,

Emotions I may lack.

But violence is my only life,

Wherein I may fight back.

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How then, you ask, could I suppose,

That for me hope exists?

How could there be a prospect left,

That all this time I'd missed?

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The answer is a simple one,

A matter of the rising sun.

However close the moon may get,

The sunrise hasn't failed me yet.