If only I could learn to move mountains with words
I would write a story to sway every ones love for me
I could seek truth and denounce lies
I may even stop death with only a sentence murmured
Wishing for more than what we are is pointless
Destiny and fate is determined to play their parts
Unchanged by lovers, foes and fiends alike
Restlessness in doubt and shame
Time consumes me, they all betray me, death takes me
No more
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