DepRashion is in the Fashion

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There is absolutely no gyaan associated with this post. I am sad and unhappy at the current state of affairs. I have no idea when things will change, even less of an idea as to what is prompting the mother of all crotch kicks to be aimed directly at me.

There really is no hope for those who close their eyes,
There is venom, loss and a chance at redemption,
There are rays of the sun, days, nights and sermons,
But in the face of trouble time just flies,

There is a wisdom, a broken promise and a hale heart,
There is a promise, reasons and a false start,
It made sense when there was a choice, a fighting chance,
It made no sense to reserve your best for the last dance,

Backs to the wall and a sunny day ahead,
Each day reminds you of the day before,
Blind alley once more,

Did I sin or did I spot the change I wasn't meant to see?
Did I exchange glances and in return had to spurn my chances?

I have been laid low with a hammer and tong,
I have been killed and passed a requiem for a song.....

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