Oh my crippled love,
pots of sin, full of avarice,
sleep of sloth and luxury,
dreams of burning desire.
Coin of time, old and dark,
tender love blowed so far,
mist of hope all around,
life in tug of war.
Trust has died, help has lost,
sword of bluff so deep,
funeral song of haunted thoughts,
no eyes, no tears to weep.
Left is me with a foolish greed,
flying in bubbly mare,
swine of time imprinted life,
barren heart, no care.
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