we cross the t's and dot the i's
but in seductive darkness we realize
there's something unsaid, something unforgiven
something dead amidst what we now live in
taking it's toll while bringing out the worst
soliloquies in solitude to which we are cursed
embracing the anthem of a foreign march to the tide
stumbled down into frigid waters as in you I died
a burden too heavy and a weight too strong
nightmares made political by such a meaningless song
fallen to the truest catalyst for a martyr's blame
empowered through poverty stripping me to no shame
gone, oh long gone yesterday, the twilight of an ember
the pacesetter for a tomorrow is what I try to remember
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