Winter’s Malcontent

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The winter sat heavy upon those people although they never knew
The sunshine and warmth obscured the truth as they downed another brew
Their lots decided years before, their actions all in check
Society the death of innovation, and the curse of the young
And the reckless
And the pained
And somewhere inside, he knew that the words were not enough
So he took up that deadly staff
Fire spinning from his hands in deadly retribution
Syncopated
And disjointed
Near indecipherable, and yet within it all the truth dawned
It became suddenly clear,
There were others to hold the burden, others to lighten the load
But only if he could lighten theirs…

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