The fool will think that they alone will survive
The strongest and wisest to escape here alive
Every battle plan has been perfectly laid
The numbing fury will always sustain
The world falls into ruin while they sit there in rapture
Feeding on bread from their merciless captors
Biting the hand that holds out to save
Falling into the depths of a watery grave
Feasting on wine from poisonous veins
Clothing themselves in the finest of chains
Tormented cries fall on deaf ears
Utterly blind to their fellow mans tears
Confused and angry, a hatred for hope
The only option to seek is firmly letting go
Chasing every possible pleasure
Polishing every worthless treasure
Pulling down strength from uncaring eyes
Springing every trap, believing every lie
A harsh opinion this is known to be
None so jaded and cynical as me
I must ponder this before laying down rule
Is how many times have I been the fool?
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