Ninety Nine Times Denied
something
has come about
the moon and sun
have been drowned out
nothing
is going to change
this miraculous endeavor
nobody
has ever told me
to go about this any other way
time to fly
soar so high
ninety-nine
rounds denied
yes, the 100th one will hurt
bring it back
time to score
yes they want me many other ways
satan has
drawn his cape
he's cowered beside the fire
shadows overwhelm his weakened, weathered frame
he whispers in, my withered ears
ninety-nine times denied
ninety-nine times denied
all in vein
yes, the 100th one will hurt
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