Careless tumbles the barrel of time,
Foolish have been my decisions.
Broken, rusts the armour of mine,
Painful, the thrust of misericord,
Piercing through my protective barriers.
Sometimes, it is over, good has met its end.
You try to fight on, ghostly, despite a mortal wound.
And as I stand upon the field,
Quite accounted for.
It is time I admit it is over. To safety, I hope to flee.
My life, my hope, my faith in tact,
But my heart shattered like brittle stone.
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