You could have cried me after
There could have been words - many times.
But no farewell, no farewell chimes
along your petty pace to the last way
carved in your earthly days.
A bright candle in a corner casts light
upon an evil trail, falling day by day.
God's shadow is there - lit on a mute stage
That is heard no more.
Pain and fear convey
a thin existence - wasted away.
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