You talked us into believing you;
Your words were soothing & mildly cute,
In you we saw an oasis in the desert,
A hero that would raise us honourably;
But today, we sink deep into a brook of melancholy
We've been your trusted comrades,
And have sticked around during twisting turns,
And shielded you from deadly dirts & verbal grenades;
And gave you a sensation of blissful comfort
But our work is buried in a casket of oblivion.
It has been a detour spiced with regrets
Designed to make us rollingly ebb
Like cannon fodders walking swiftly to their death beds.
Indeed you've placed us on a cliff edge.
While others fall, watch me walk into greatness.
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