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At the Altar
It's daylight again,
Love screwed regret,
Tired eyes tell it the way it is.
Charming scenes of affection,
Flicker as our good times start to fade.
Adoration once fancied our lives,
A place in time devoted to my sweetheart.
Now strange intentions bear their true essence,
Time misunderstands morality,
Humanity pushes through the impossible.
Words now spoken are hinged on malice,
Our movements rouse revenge,
It's no wonder there's destruction in silence.
As certain as leaves change colors,
So too will we conclude in shadows.