Barons I had won
I have lost them all
The sharp control be-leagues
The adamant once precede
The mist of must
I have shed them all
The vagabond lanes
where thinking prevails
to where I used to trail
I have lost them all
The missionary wars
now seem so bizarre
even the punctuation marks cost me hard
in this expressionless cellar.
My femurs are broken and I stand still
My wishes shattered and I stand still
My virtues taken and I stand still
Barons I had lost
I will win them all.
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