My heart is filled with woe again
The call to take up this old pen
Gods speak more of poems
My heart once more broken

As at every time before
When poems flowed from out my core
There is no cause at all for hope
No need to search for cure

Just lyrics on the airway
A newly broken man today
Denials veil has fallen torn
The gods of death demand their pay

Still tis nice in all of it
To feel alive and taste the grit
The sour taste of broken dreams
Destiny once more bloodying lips

What can I hope for anymore
But this zero for my score

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