Weathered souls
Crippled by life
Ghastly fiends
To be killed with a knife
Were I old and wise
To live 'till my demise
But yet I just play
This sad reprise
Wretched goals
Washed clean by strife
Fools without fear
A waste of life
Had I learnt the price
And fought against the vice
To have a chance
To avert this sacrifice
All these claims of courage
But if they hold true
Then not one of you
Will wish for nothing
When the day is through
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