didn't do anything good
didn't do anything but think
Africa raped and the rest
too cold outside for old blood
bones ready to ache with it
I'll do what I can tomorrow
make up the best of my favor
cope with the cruel test of time
in the winter of hope destroyed
and offer poor imagining
I didn't know and still don't
or dedicate effort to change
the mind protects its own
regard the fatal flaw we pay
for profit with our souls
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