I am defeated at last,
life was not kind nor was it bad,
lost my devotion to all the gods that existed,
though defeated I’m very pleased but very sad.
I have conceded very quickly,
no point in clutching at straws,
when there is no hope of happiness,
that had abandoned me cause.
I gave up without reluctance,
my faith eluded me long time ago,
and to survive all these years,
without hope and full of sorrow.
I yielded so fast and without hesitation,
that even when I realised the truth,
and though I had second thoughts about it,
I stamped and crushed it like rotten fruit.
I surrendered so swiftly and instantly,
that I am prepared for it with a smile,
a very rare smile I’m for sure of it,
all in all it would be worthwhile.
My cause being very simple and easy to follow
once again I shall, I will go back to my previous life,
and drink as many bottles of C2H5OH* as I can.,
after all what is there for a lowlife?
I shall withdraw all my promises,
I do not know any other living,
so why should I stop and feel depressed,
when I can live in a wonderful world of fantasising!
This is my life and decision is mine,
I will conquer all imaginations and excel,
And with my true living I leave in a cowardly way.
I shall back-pedal once again and for good into hell.
C2H5OH* formula for alcohol.
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