Nothing worth having comes easy

To live, and to breathe, in the fortune of sadness,

To die, in the solace of an old soul's another;

To walk, in the shadow of someone else's heartbreak,

And to struggle, when the moon chases for cold blood.

Redemption comes to us all;

but, for all of its glory, is only ever sweeter for the wicked.

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