Takes no heroes, and spares none
To my wits end it took me
Devouring all reason and rendering me numb
Me, sensible and thoughtful me
A plague for others, spreading without cause
Logic, my panacea
But then, love only knows fools
In the end, I lay withered and spent
Infallible I thought I was
My defences lay crumbled about me
A worse ruin, Jericho did not see
A deep lament sang within me, as I watched you go
To curse or to bless
In the end, it's all just words
Words that made no difference
But then, as they say
A love lost is a love found
I resign myself to what may or may not be
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