Lovers forsaken by a love forgot
Broken hearts taken to a loveless lot
Where mourners morbidly pay their respect
And the desperate dreamers come to reflect
On the hopeless hopes of which they design
Like preachers prayen to a godless sign
False prophets of unpractical pretense
Serving surmons with tactical suspense
Loves become the faith of the faithless flock
So succumb by fate, all the fateless mock
Freddy Savarese
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