A promise is made, but often forgot,
The passing of time, the ticking of clocks,
I wait and I wait, till nothing is left,
And here you will find me, asleep and bereft,
The promise you gave me means nothing, it's gone,
But one day I'll turn this rage into a song,
And you'll hear it and hurt, and break down, and cry,
Coz you know that it's you that failed and not I,
You'll wish for forgiveness, but never it comes,
Just the dreaded most feared, beating of drums,
Your heart will lay heavy, your body will weep,
As to hell you shall fall, and forever shall sleep.
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