Blockade

Every port overrun and closed
All options now buried and deceased
This fait accompli will torment my future feats
No opportunity for smoothing out this crease
No resolve for this crippling self-defeat

I am quelled from quarreling with this knave
This ascetic presence; awful and deprave
A myopic thief to which I am now the slave
So easily it buries my hope in a shallow grave
So willing and able to take back all it gave

In this example is the reason for my jilt
Hastily dug was the hole of my guilt
So I can be claimed the newly dredged silt
I will have to show you how stoutly I'm built
I will be a force that shall drive you to wilt

At this moment you've instituted a blockade
I will persist and your convictions will fade
You have an air of an overlord in the shade
From within we will not come to your aid
From within our justice will pervade

~Living a lie now.


Любов,

Іванченко