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Well I guess the blood red flag has risen 

I lost my way 

I gave up too easily 

I fell asleep to the alarm 

I lived fear like it was the sustinence of life 

I overdosed it seems

on then chorus of an ancient Greek tragedy 

I was once free from these addictions 

And I never took the chance

to ever make good use of it

While I had it 

I never protect it 

I took it for granted 

I expected it would always be there 

Iike some invisible unearaseable God in the sky 

Dignity affords nothing 

And I am yoked into this addiction

The freedom song will soon die to the sound

of coins tossed into abyss of the wishing well

What will the trumpets herald?

I have no more song

Im slipping like a coin 

A commodity

Where faith in the self has no meaning 

And even less value.