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To mourn
Before a death-
Is met with forgiveness
And a debt…

For no sorrow
Could be planned-
Like betraying
With Hatred’s hand…

And still it was
A sight before-
Like the Raven
This was never-more.

My heart hurts
But my eyes are dry-
Because of stories
Built by lies.

While this love
Will forever live-
I have nothing else
To you to give.

You’ve made a choice
And in kind is mine-
For no punishment fights,
Quite like truth and lines.