For Old Times Sake

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Keep the heathers
Keep the soul
Keep the lies
Keep it untold

Why may it come from good?
What may become of the bad?
What defines one's morals?
Should those who live on both,
Be fated with death?

How unwise to hurt a soul,
That sheds tears of your dismay.
How unwise to cover the warmth,
From the heart seekers who control your fate.

What may come of me?
What may come of my children?
Earth is no longer safe.
Earth is shattering to memory.

A memory so long forgotten,
And may never return.
So what do you say, my children,
Care to stand and plant a tree for old times sake?

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