If I were to stop making them
It's plain for the world to see
I wouldn't bother them- nor they me.
But alas, it is my fatal curse for my eternal soul to endure
I don't know why i am faithful, they treat me like a cur
shallow hope and lesser vigour still
the thought of going on seems rather ill
horrible fated tragedy that continues to this day
regardless of what comes to pass, i am forced to stay