This is not a love song

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Someday By Eternal

Someday
When we are wiser
When the world's older
When we have learned
I pray
Someday we may yet live
To live and let live
Someday
Life will be fairer
Need will be rarer
And greed will not pay
God speed
This bright millennium
On its way
Let it come
Someday

Someday
Our fight will be won then
We'll stand in the sun then
That bright afternoon
'Till then
On days when the sun is gone
We'll hang on
If we wish upon the moon

There are some days dark and bitter
Seems we haven't got a prayer
But a prayer for something better
Is the one thing we all share

Someday
When we are wiser
When the whole world is older
When we have learned
I pray
Someday we may yet live
To live and let live
One day, someday
Someday
Life will be fairer
Need will be rarer
Greed will not pay
God speed
This bright millennium
Let it come
If we wish upon the moon
One day
Someday
Soon

One day
Someday
Soon

I must apologize to everyone involved, before you read the following…

My apologies to Jack, forgive me my friend for not trusting you sooner, and now that I've trusted you with the truth, not trust your advice to shut up and forget about it.

To deWinter, our greatest friend and faithful companion, for never really having the guts to talk face to face about all this and for playing stupid games that should not be necessary. Now I ask this two for great guidance and secrecy, because I don't know what to do, I only know what I can not do.

This is not a love song.

I know I said diamonds seem like broken glass to me and that it was starting to become a nightmare.

But it seems I've lost the ability to lie, my friends. And it seems the only thing similar to broken glass I see in my life is the ice cold spike piercing my heart. It hurts, an awful lot, to see the behavior of something as pure as a diamond can choose to take, creating doubt in its origins.

But although all this miss behavior it still keeps its bright shine upon all things.

Blood diamonds are diamonds no matter how much blood is spilled on it. It's not the diamonds fault, but it is of those who stood up and nothing did to change.

So I must change, I will. I say everything from the bottom of my heart, with no lies. (And in the future I may use the sleep deprivation as an excuse don't let me please.)

I don't like seeing this diamond being used like nothing more than an accessory. And it makes me bull like rage that it is accessorizing such thing as mansion, beauty full on the outside but empty, dusty, full of dirt on the inside.

Jealousy is rotting my from the inside, corrupting me, breaking me in half. And I'm afraid of adding anymore pain and strength to this mortal sin.

I'm sorry and I hope someday things will change, like in the song. Until then I ask of secrecy to those reading, this cursed words, until the one who is not suppose to read them, does such thing.

Hit me if you wish, shout to my ear, if it brings you satisfaction, but don't make her cry. Or the whole hell will break loose, and this is not a hyperbole, it's a prophecy.

Break me up; tear me apart I don't mind.

With all the sincere truth,

John Scar Kramer