It was originally a quarrel, a dispute
the rage of one' hurt and the thunder
of a summers day.
Although still Lily
in name i'll never outlive disgrace nor pain
so naturally I cursed the poor soul
and acknowledged his reason, but still
behind it all, the pain hits like a fire
devotedly and bold
And so one day, one cold winters day
before the throne of death I shall bow
but the curse will haunt every single soul
that greedly broke mine
forevermore
Lily M. Parker
Death is only the beginning
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