too much words rambled in this head,
no, nothing's wrong i'm not afraid.
within the three heads that live in me,
of all are swapping this hypocrisy.
linger on, oh linger more,
all the bad thoughts of those abhorred.
i am walking, this endless flight of rubble,
to keep me distant from the heart that troubles.
i walk alone now, i'm sure i could,
i'd like you be here, but that if you would.
of said the regrets that were put to words,
of said all frets, that all came be favoured.
i was the prodigy, that laid the gun,
but thou art the bullet that shoot and run.
no, the run is over, it was all clear.
yes, the fun is over, too much had cleared
this meaningless phantom that haunts this vessel,
keeps raging on with its meaningless riddles.
i had a bit too much to think.
i had far too much to drink.
alas be as said, the rambles that shivers my head.
- daserai el-haque, the clueless sultan of the wastelands
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