Inizio dimenticato

In words each came to be, but in song few shall remain. With each memory I choose to retain, shall the strongest always remain. Those who stood for better or worse and spent their time well. But forgotten those who tried to play their own game. Left from the words soon to be spoken. They are the bitter, the broken. The ones who crafted lies in their own mind. With false ideals they themselves placed there in time. Those who continue to weave webs of deceit, as they pull lies from their teeth. Never admitting the wrong, so in my mind so long. My name will not be Forgiver, but rather Forgetter. Those who left a good impression shall know their place in the tales to come. The others shall fade from sound, vision, and mind. Forgotten, for they failed to become forgiven.


When she arrives all will begin again...