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My friends they come and go
You might call them fairweather troopers
The last man standing shouting their confessions of love to me
I see through their strain
The note of discontent in their shakey voices echo back to me and ring in my ears
their shakey lives which they wrap themselves up in like a warm wool scarf

I want to reach out
I want to scream out to them for a lifeboat
A beacon of good luck in the mighty storm
they are deaf, their screams blew away the eardrums many years ago

I look upon those who are dead and become a vulture
Feasting upon the corpses that smell of death and deciet

I look in his eyes, his soul lingers
His mouth curled in a smile, a smile before the final judgement
If he renounced his faith
If he claimed irrational ideas
I could see it through his kind eyes
Bearing down 4 years ahead of me
Four years that I will never know

His poems
His charm
how it confuses me
I've been confused like this before
It's not smoke and mirrors
You are the last drop of life in that soldier
You scream out, love me, but I'm blind
My scarf covering my closed eyes

I walk away,
discontent
Wrapped in my large troubling scarf

Tears streak my face
My scarf blinded me to your face and now I must follow my forefathers
In the reason I hate them so.