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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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Tonight the moon cried

But not for the blood that I shed

Or for the beating you took at his worthless hands

It cried for the time wasted praying for you

Praying that you would be alright

That you would become smarter

Smart enough to see your mistakes

In the end, though, you still make the same mistakes

Allowing yourself to be tainted by him

 

Now you cry and rage about things lost

But when you look back you see

Everything that has gone wrong

Is your own doing

And I stand in the corner

Remembering that friendship means nothing to thee

Turning my back to your soulless corpse

As it limps around the one its shackled to

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