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Final stop for the night in despair;
We young lions with frozen hearts and cigarette burned
wrists,
We are cutting presence by sacrifice to declare,
Our condemning for the confining of choice and cold
daggering twists.
And you, brother lion, while you fail to trap the young
girls, you are confused and forget of their belongs,
You ambush me, by giving them promises and pearls,through
myths and heroic songs.
I, who so recklessly left to the evil and blight,
the fate of my night stung love,
Was cold and blank to the urge of female invite
to the baits and smiling thereof,
But still I had to fence to defend
Against insulted squires of noble ascend.
Here at the stop of the final despair
I close my love by a sigh, in breath of the air.
I, a young lion, will journey through life,
with the pumping of my blood against the steel of a knife.
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