By Ember Shadow

19 July 2004

The sun rises

And the sun falls

Days pass

Without a whisper

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So straight and clear

Easily defined

Everything like clockwork

All in black-and-white

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Cracked glass

Roaring flames

In a world of simplicity

There exists such confusion and pain

--

In this world of prosperity

Riches, happiness, and health

Is it all a façade?

Hiding all the crime and pain?