Roaring winds drive the listless night,
Soaring in under thundering skies.
Barren soil lies tapped and wasted,
Daring souls who haven't tasted,
Virtues spent on worthless games.
Patience ponders the weak and weary,
Finding loopholes with inquiries,
When one wonders where they're going,
And just who knows how it's showing,
Virtues spent on worthless games.
Wasted time and wasted soul,
Tasted lies and hasted roles,
Playing on one brightened stage,
Blinded by the light with age,
of virtues spent on worthless games
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