Stuck Together Torn Apart
Morphed and changed a thousandfold, yet still the same.
Saturday, May 17, 2025
And I hope that you remember me...
And if we should die tonight,
then we should all die together,
raise a glass of wine for the last time.
Calling out father oh,
prepare as we will,
watch the flames burn auburn on.
The mountain side,
desolation comes upon the sky.
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