'Death to The Victor'

Barely, Barely, I say unto you,
You win some.... You lose some.... Yeah, says who?

Windows to the soul, I tell you true,
Eyes seen nothin' yet, better than you.

Save the Honey, spare the rhyme, I'm through!
Tally the points, post the score, win too!

For whom the bells toll, Epitaph new,
Bury the knife and ring in the shrew.

I'm diein' to bleed my heart's deep hue,
Upon life's parchment, pierced death into.

Immortal? Yes: Eternally blue!
Winner of all that's lost, save the few.

Torn apart, have you heard, I'm deaf too?
Many eery feelings speak adieu.

From the tomb, dripping in mortal dew,
Thoughts smothered in dark silence, still view,

Wild card, foul called, over-time, tie two.
Pall-Mall..., Pell-Mell..., Play-Ball! Still so blue.

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