Offer me something- Rich blood in an over brimmed cup- Throw it into the distressed crowd- Throw heated words, and sanctioned love- Accepting the throws of a lost leader- They could care no longer- Stand strong, I’ve fallen so victim- Strangled by a mission which was doomed to fail- A ghost I became, captured by- The glistening sword, trusted to impale- The glory I had envisioned- See, in my heart- What mind made sense of emotion- Evicted me many times in the street- Loneliness, I fought to win- Distress, SOS- And I wanted you to dream- A forever I wanted you to believe- The lost leader- Naïve are the impressions- He knows the glory only came- When he saw the agony of defeat- Freeing the soul, mind, and heart- Now and forever- His intentions are never false- Only true to the ground and his feet-Birth sign: Libra
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