Deep Wounds Do Bleed In Vain

Deep Wounds Do Bleed in Vain Even the Greatest of the heroes, humble and handsome today, morrow Must Inevitably make themselves immobile static carcasses, Their Doom must shall stab their mates into Deep woes, Their vail of Agony stays mulish in 'em as the dark patch of sorrow Grievers gotta grieve in futility, deep in that dark shadowy billow The Unwise do so, for it's futile to make the Reapers-foes The sagacious truly know of the Essence of Life; Soul's The All-permeating immortal of the body, for its presence, isn't shallow
The Unwise too are the ones to fall for their instincts, With visions of being bein and the only ones to lead, It's true that some indeed become weeds For the real humans not always can stand in their stead, With fallin', Hope falls too; But in this Capricious game of Chess, The once failed twice succeed