All The World's A Stage
In our existences we all play a role
A role that may seem futile yet is imperative
It can suppress and repress your very soul
It can tear your world apart, nightmares of pain relived
Yet we move ever onward to surmount our fears
We are specified ground to stand and protect
An unbreakable barricade between right and wrong
Our principles become scathed and neglected
Sometimes life is too short, on occasion far too long
Yet we move ever onward always blinded by tears
Our hearts can often stumble and worlds collide
The reparations of ironic misdemeanors
Define our personalities, faith, aside
Although there is always at least one intervenor
Yet we move ever onward, on the verge of death
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