Would have made for a bad book.

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WHAT IF THOMAS HAD FAILED?

Simplicity just sings to me,
"Do what your heart desires.
Hurry now,
Forget when and how.
For soon life will expire.
I am the son of fear and speed,
I've hastened here to meet your need
For in your eyes half life does creep
Oh so creepily.
Put down you weapons,
Hoe and rake.
Sit down, eat up, take a break.
For soon the sun with beat and bake
The hope from within thee.
There is a part deep down inside
Where fingers shant reach
And where deeds go to die,
There hides a small and shaking child
resting wearily.
Lead him out, treat him right
But never will the sun burn bright
To light hallowed halls beneath.
For as bad as it was, it was still a home.
Albeit, one with no heart or hearth made of stone,
Or soup, or bread, or things to own,
But home was still,
Home.
So soon those eyes will darken and harken
To life lived long past and attempts to part them
But it lives long inside our hearts
Against strong will to thwart them.
When we remember our homes
Our start.
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