I'd like to think this fresh affliction
might make some junction
but I fear it's just a spoke
On this great wheel of ghostly function
and I'm tired tired tired
and the pain is abundant
and just now anyway
prayer and planning seem redundant
Oh I could go on and on
like that damn spectral wheel
make up another last stand
make another sweet appeal
I could go on hiatus
and hell I could just quit
Despite the wheel's dire shadow though
I will not even think of it
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