Things aren’t going to be right
So what?!
Life ain’t planning to be bright
Oh, hell!
Time’s going to run out
Farewell!
The edge that bacons
My path, I reckon
And while I draw at least one breath
Inhale!
While the light is wreathing like a wraith
Prevail!
The heart still hammers, counters death
Don’t fail!
Until the feet still hold the ground
Until the last drop of my soul runs out
Things never have been right
Who cares?
Life never held me tight
Unfair!
Truth always walked in shadow of mine
Despair!
Words, verbal spittle, brine
I am resolved to blind and shine
I stand and dare!
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