I await my turn to leave--
there's nothing left to do
to a world so hard done by that my pride no longer
protects me from the realization
that I will also fall with these others--
nothing like disaster to teach humility to those
with no ears to hear no eyes to see no brains to think---
and in the desolate void that is creation--
no hope for any light to shine--so I put in my time and made
my mistakes and life will not let me go until
I've sung the common swan song--then I'll be free to go--
to what and where I wish I could recall...
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