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Part 1
Silent Tears, broken words,
signal hidden pain.
The words they share,
erase the hurt,
both have been dealt,
in their torn hearts.
Once we shared these secrets,
once we should have fled.
Twice upon this Christmas,
we celebrate the dead.
Thrice I've been bitten.
Fourth time, he won't survive this threat.
How many times must we plead,
to leave this darkened room?
Do we have to beg and bleed,
before you open the goddamned door?
So many times, we've been hurt,
until we no longer know the route
to our once pure souls.
Just one time, one place, one soul,
can erase the feelings of old,
and reveal our worlds to you.
A world of fake, a city of lies,
where we are sold,
for the highest price.
No one knows of our presence,
the Master hides us well.
He steals our words, he steals the pure,
once we die, he burns the bones
He holds onto his hopeless prayer,
my brother, the foolish knave,
once a knight, strong and true,
beaten down, to a worthless shrew.
They stole his hope, his life, and his only love,
the beautiful Saint of Thought.
All three are dead, two years
this sad Christmas...
Will this life end in dread?
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