Kaput
Life crashing out of control,
All things conspiring against me,
Playing for time desperately,
But it's running out far too fast,
Just like luck except bad luck,
As empires fall to usurpers,
So the end is all to near and looming up fast,
As this once great family falls from grace,
For us it's death before dishonour.
By Christopher Tye
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