28 November 2008

its tribute of wild tears

at the last end naught's left but a bare name
there is no straight account of loss or gain
you can't expect loud hatred or acclaim

this is the price each pays to avoid shame
to keep things hidden and stave off the stain
at the last end naught's left but a bare name

this siren blast will serve to point the blame
right where you want it where you won't complain
you can't expect loud hatred or acclaim

instead some mention of the sort of game
that you would play so you could ascertain
at the last end naught's left but a bare name

no one has set the picture in its frame
the proper sequence is not yet in train
you can't expect loud hatred or acclaim

after this run no wonder you turn lame
there's no escape you must accept the pain
at the last end naught's left but a bare name
you can't expect loud hatred or acclaim

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