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Poetry Entry
Written by: Lina Rexdeveda
Date: Monday, May 8th, 2000
Addressed to: Everyone
My Will
My friend, you shouldn't have had that dream
Or your reservations should have held
But I don't blame you for yourself
I only blame the two who ignored
You for most of your life
My friend, if only they had seen what was coming:
Your rage against the people who hated you
Listening to what we said
And always relying on the three of us
To bury you when you were dead
My friend, you will survive
But first you have to find a way
To get through every night
Chaos reigns at every step
We are $#@%&* now, too late to cover up
My friend, no damage has been dealt to you
Only the sound of our souls crying
I hope you remember what we had
The times that you survived
Apart from the rest of us
My friend, I barely see you now
Every now and again, but remember
The truth behind my faade
Ignore the others tears
And weep for yourself
My friend, I hope no harm comes to you
Certainly not through me
Just bow your head and save
What memories of me you can
And live on.
My friend, you must survive
And hear my soul dying
You are the only one who
Can hold on to the past
And realize that it was the truth
Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Phaestian, in the year 247 AF.
Poetry Entry
Written by: Lina Rexdeveda
Date: Monday, May 8th, 2000
Addressed to: Everyone
My Will
My friend, you shouldn't have had that dream
Or your reservations should have held
But I don't blame you for yourself
I only blame the two who ignored
You for most of your life
My friend, if only they had seen what was coming:
Your rage against the people who hated you
Listening to what we said
And always relying on the three of us
To bury you when you were dead
My friend, you will survive
But first you have to find a way
To get through every night
Chaos reigns at every step
We are $#@%&* now, too late to cover up
My friend, no damage has been dealt to you
Only the sound of our souls crying
I hope you remember what we had
The times that you survived
Apart from the rest of us
My friend, I barely see you now
Every now and again, but remember
The truth behind my faade
Ignore the others tears
And weep for yourself
My friend, I hope no harm comes to you
Certainly not through me
Just bow your head and save
What memories of me you can
And live on.
My friend, you must survive
And hear my soul dying
You are the only one who
Can hold on to the past
And realize that it was the truth
Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Phaestian, in the year 247 AF.