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!
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