Hours From Now

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The morning, should you choose to accept it

Holds glory, should you choose not to wreck it

And life, in all its sunny splendor

Shall vanish, should you choose to end her.

Divided, your alliances daily emerge

And love, demands constant reassurance

Two sides, who never seem to agree

Which does the killing?

And which tortures me?