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I will not let any stop me from doing what is right. The world has given into itself a fury that is unrelenting and unforgiving in its cruelty. It feeds off of the suffering of brother and sister, of father and mother, And many believe this to be the natural route of the evening sun. That as all things rise, so too must they fall. I have never held such views Things that rise will continue well into the heavens above our heads and beyond. The stars that look down upon us will soon be seeing us as equals, Not to mock or fear. We have met the stars before. It took work. Hard work. Endless work. We learned as much about ourselves as we did the heavens. And it left us wanting such enlightenment again. I will not let those born of hate corrupt my Brother and Sisters They will not have any more say over what is to be done Than a child does over their supper For that is what they are. Children. Crying for they have not gotten their way. It is not worth it convincing such enemies of

And so my fingers moved from key to key. From black to white and then from white to black. A melody filled with emotions unspoken. Fragments of memories once alive now sunken to the depth of the mind. And like the melody nearing its end and becoming complete. The fragments come together leaving a bittersweet wish.