keep you waiting for long, my friend
I will be with you very soon,
and sit with you until the end,
of December's moon,
no need for another,
to come with their false,
we only need each other,
they will only point to our faults,
and they will always mumble,
and keep their fingers pointed,
at our world that crumbles,
but they are all anointed,
with broken mirrors,
and in blood they crucify,
us in our errors,
but soon we will unify,
and this will be over,
and we will know what is life,
and from this be sober,
hand and hand my wife.
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