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If you'd like to know the story behind these words, it has been restored to Broadcasting Artist Killers Breed Fraud under the heading Bust of the Day - after being accidentally erased. Conclusions, anyone? No time to grieve as I aimlessly wind Sobs all suppressed to make predators wait Then by reflections in eyes wide and kind Out pours my misery, all the more great Tragedy strikes as the utmost of crimes Lending support by a crippling bond But for the outcast with losses two times Caught in an ocean that looks like a pond Heartbreak too hard for my neighbours to grant They with their own clinging heavily on Eager to tears with a smile supplant Like a bright garland cast over the wan Dead end diversion the morbid effect Once the grim option has exercised been With ev'ry face that my mind can connect Rising from ashes to deepen the scene How much lament for myself do I choose Seeing in sorrow a thing not to mock As if my good hopes were better to lose Gouged out as pieces that fell from a rock? Still in one piece, though on legs doomed to fail Drawing forbearance from paralyzed peer Whose resolution to openly ail Renders my blessings abundantly clear God loves him more to his bitterest woe Wreaking upon him a horrible price I in position to happiness know Could only taunt with banal good advice One day perhaps in a hospital room Like my poor father, bound fast to my bed I will at last know the measure of gloom That won't be lifted by dreams in its stead Back in a happier fragment of part Mother and father beheld me onstage Where my career might receive a good start As one whose voice was advanced for his age There they sat cheering, their love for me plain Covering over my lyrical slip Shining like beacons to pierce the dense rain Stationed to guide to the peak of my trip And in an interim stuffed with delays Firmly they kept their support for my song Willing to warmly extend me their praise Until their very last breath would be drawn Now I'm unsure why I toil and rack Melody lost on indifferent ears Of whose humanity, showing a lack Harshly makes up for with putdowns and jeers Where would be God as I limp from my load? What corner hides his restoring white light? Will it cost all the rewards I am owed While I'm still living to stand in his sight? People too faulty upon to rely Show no way out from the trap they have sprung I turn my tentative head to the sky Aiming a vaporous chorus unsung Justice will come as a pendulum tide Fully encompassing all who now laugh I have the brilliant truth on my side Poised to cut cruelty's darkness in half God knows the righteousness of my despair Set against armies who practice deceit He'll catch them all in His glorious glare And lay them finally down at my feet |
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