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GRADUALLY


*Gradually...* Gradually... we become old, our hearts get cold, weakness shines bold then we do as we are told. Gradually... we terminate haste, disseminate waste, incriminate taste and eliminate chaste. Gradually... we stop evolving, distaste loving, start dissolving and hate moving. Gradually... our arrows are guns, we borrow for fun; sorrow for the sun while our tomorrow runs. Gradually... our day becomes night, our wrong becomes right then we long to fight as what we say is blight. Gradually... we stop shinning, we start whining, stop winning and start declining. Gradually... we are deafened to cries, drawn to christened lies while goodness dies as we rave in 'time flies'. Gradually... everything becomes nothing, anything becomes something, stolen things the main things as flings rest in our being. Gradually... we live causally, thrive hourly and die finally...
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