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The depths of a man's soul can not be measured
In a manner of meters and fathoms
But rather it is in my opinion only quantified
By his proximity to heaven and hell
In a manner of meters and fathoms
But rather it is in my opinion only quantified
By his proximity to heaven and hell
It was in such a state that I ushered myself past the town tavern
Bursting at the seams with the sounds of laughter and drunken piano playing
Had it only been a different night, a different place
Or a different kind of man passing by the threshold of that innocent pub
The events that transpired at that point
Would have undoubtedly been drastically different
I can only guess if anyone outside that place had a clue
When those exclamations of mirth
Became the desperate screams of the helpless, begging for their very lives.
Bursting at the seams with the sounds of laughter and drunken piano playing
Had it only been a different night, a different place
Or a different kind of man passing by the threshold of that innocent pub
The events that transpired at that point
Would have undoubtedly been drastically different
I can only guess if anyone outside that place had a clue
When those exclamations of mirth
Became the desperate screams of the helpless, begging for their very lives.
-alesana
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