move forward and you come back to the past
you give up peace and friendship at the start
but still the monster won't let you depart
anguish alone must hold on to the last
love smiles but all its moments go too fast
and hope is faster here than any dart
anger and rage will rot the normal heart
while hatred journeys before every mast
time is no cure nor change of sun to rain
nor is the amaranth a source of steel
though each magician turns out just a liar
we turn to them to ease the steady pain
produced each day by turning of the wheel
knowing full well we can't avoid the fire
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