TO BE FAIR I NEVER REALLY TRIED
AND ON REFLECTION IT WAS JUST AS WELL
I TIRED OF WALKING ON THIN ICE
I'M INCLINED TO SAVOUR
THE FLAVOUR OVER THE SMELL
IT'S TOO MUCH EFFORT FOR ME TO FIGHT,
THE CONTRADICTIONS AND FEARS OF OTHERS
MY DESIRES ARE GREATER AND BLOOD RUNS THICKER
THAN THE SPERM AND SPITTLE OF WORN OUT LOVERS
AND IF THE PEN IS MIGHTIER THAN THE SWORD
AND THE INKWELLS HAVE ALL RUN DRY
WHO AM I TO CARE AS WE DAMP DOWN THE FIRES
CAXTON'S SPINNING IN HIS GRAVE, I WILL NOT CRY
FOR NOW I'LL LET A GREY SUN RISE
AMONG THE THICKETS AND THORNS OF MY PRIDE
LOOKING BACK WAS ALWAYS A GREATER SIN THAN LYING
AND YOUR CHEAP SHOTS DISLODGED THE SCALES FROM MY EYES


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