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Tomorrow
Tomorrows day brings
nothing but decay, solitude
a lost friend who arrives.
No where to hide, no where
 to run.
Through the windows view
mountains crumble, rivers dry
as hells fire is given birth.
Once more to the fiery pit
the man stands in shambles,
hopelessly alone with his thoughts,
worshipping dead souls of years
ago, waiting for his time.
Soon it comes, when flowers
die and stars fall, when
his hands bleed from
his wooden casket, furiously
trying to escape his own torment.