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The sun made it’s old familiar arch at the beginning of this day in its own particular way like the buzz of the bee before the sting that’s coming your way.
 
While storm clouds are brewing from the past your waiting on its lash because the past and present have crashed. 
 
The wheels of time! again your falling behind while you speak not of the sins of yesterday you concede not their part that’s now in play.
 
Still the pain you must claim for deeds done in vain among the shadows of shame, Hearing your own cries for peace it’s only fitting that your agony would increase.

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