It starts with a dawning and ends with a crack
Strips your skin raw, puts a knife in your back
In lies and in whispers unmerciful sound
Sell rage by the fistful and weight by the pound
We sing like a kettle, we overexert
We sink and we settle to lakebed like dirt
A mind trapped in atoms and meat cursed with thought
A choice tree unravels to judge what we wrought
Ellipsis, ellipsis: heed warnings too late
Prevented with ease had we not made it fate
Had we not struck the bargain, not reaped the rewards
Not trusted so fully the kindness of lords
Not much fighting left now, less yet where it counts
A tempting surrender to dread as it mounts
Be graceful in losing, face nobel demise
We should have believed what we saw with our eyes
What we sensed in the quiet and felt 'neath the skin
It might be too late but to lose is to sin
The best time was then but the second best now
To pick up a sword, pick a pen, cause a row
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