Sunday, May 11, 2008

The End

My God I feel so helpless
At end of everything
There is no point to tell this
This mournful song to sing

I’ve no struggle left in me
No passion to go on
Dust covered and so sleepy
I will not see the dawn

I fought so long and fought so hard
But that is in the past
I’ve no recourse, can play no card
The end comes forth at last

They would never stop their war
So foolish and so crude
No matter what of me they tore
What honor they eschewed

I’ll not stay trapped forever, though
Within their twisted sphere
And if needs be by gun’s rude blow
I will get out of here

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