The final trick

​The father, the son, and the Holy Ghost

It’s my sanity I miss the most

Lost it to the game I didn’t want to play

Scratching out existence day to day

Living the life till I die

Where everything and everyone is illusion and a lie

Knowing what could be 

Yet the history I cannot see

Still onward I move with nothing to lose

Going foward by going backwards is the path I choose

Down the left hand path of individuality 

Instead of following the right hand path that leads to conformity 

Finding no solace to the shame

Nor knowing no fame 

Nor seeming infamy

In a time of misplaced anitnimy 

I travel ever forward

With a shield of melancholy 

And lust filled sword 

That cuts me with each thrust

For all of those I trust

My victory in life 

Will be my death to the knife 

I will die as I lived 

Winning by phyric 

Is all that is left of me to give 

Thus revealed my final trick


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