Of the First Decan

I'm not on the cusp; I'm made of the first decan Can't stop on a dime; it's a fully loaded train Emotions flow next to the blood; in every vein So all the tricks they tried; did nothing; had ill affects Called back and lied; about the results and side effects Or about the time you lose; when they ride you hard, and yet it still leaves you old; or dead Relayed the sadness, your bareback in an all-out sprint; no going back, only ahead Pity; there's no such thing; as building a healthy wall; just to tear it down Inside; no place left to fall; when your back's already, staked out on the ground! Oh please; my forgiveness is freezing cold, it can't be bought or sold; bring on the next round!