It has just occurred to me
That while I’m losing all my friends and family
That maybe they weren’t right at all
Nor I for them, along this hall
This corridor of life and strings
Of connecting webs and traps and things
To hold us down and force the memory
Of tainted, misbegotten, loveless revelry
Of hate and pain
And loss drowning in the rain
Of beatings brutal with the cane
Endless and redundant, a horrendous refrain
So, here’s to better days
And brighter ways
To make it through
And come at last to that final glorious view
Of a world we loved
And loved to hate
Long before it beat us down
And loomed above in cape and crown
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