Get lost among the volleys
So many arrows
I dreamed God took a nap
So I had to count the sparrows
as they flew under the shadows
of ten thousand spinning shafts
and I spun my wheels in shallow surf
ignoring my first drafts
can we not call a truce
I get shouted out from all sides
and I should get this act together
Comes more marches, comes more ides
but I'll end up a pincushion
I go out without a shield
and I still can't seem to stomach
Choosing which weapon to wield
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