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I may be forgotten by history. Win or lose both sides will despise me. In battle, I will fight valiantly, but in the end, I will die alone. My weapons rust as time continues on. Of my fallen friends, I'll sing a song. In this endless battle, I will stay strong, knowing I have no chance of winning. Flattery has long since then been replaced. To lie is no longer a disgrace. Is there any honor in such a place where the thieves and the murders thrive? Becoming the best is that which I sought But time in jail was all my efforts bought. Escaping once held captive my thoughts, But still in jail is where I do rot. My lockpick is gone, my crossbow is too. But one day again, I will debut. Though I'm old, frail, and a bit out of tune, The life of my work will never undo. The young lads do earnestly aspire. The old do after time retire. Crime will decrease, or at times run higher. No matter what, you can't douse our fire. The law hates. Thieves destroy competition. Old methods are gone despite petition. Will they put an end to our life's mission? Not as long as good and evil endure.
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Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 9:27 PM UTC
The Battle that will Endure
I may be forgotten by history. Win or lose both sides will despise me. In battle, I will fight valiantly, but in the end, I will die alone. My weapons rust as time continues on. Of my fallen friends, I'll sing a song. In this endless battle, I will stay strong, knowing I have no chance of winning. Flattery has long since then been replaced. To lie is no longer a disgrace. Is there any honor in such a place where the thieves and the murders thrive? Becoming the best is that which I sought But time in jail was all my efforts bought. Escaping once held captive my thoughts, But still in jail is where I do rot. My lockpick is gone, my crossbow is too. But one day again, I will debut. Though I'm old, frail, and a bit out of tune, The life of my work will never undo. The young lads do earnestly aspire. The old do after time retire. Crime will decrease, or at times run higher. No matter what, you can't douse our fire. The law hates. Thieves destroy competition. Old methods are gone despite petition. Will they put an end to our life's mission? Not as long as good and evil endure.
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17/F/New York
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 9:27 PM UTC
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