Knife

For time is not the giver of life,

But the dawn of the end that follows the knife.

Life is bitter and painful to hold,

Time is the bullet that ends the old.

Why are we here if all is lost?

Why are hurting, what is the cost?

Take me down if you feel you can’t win,

But promise me this, don’t blame me for your sin.

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