The End from Blunt Blade by Blunt Blade

Sometimes the show will not portend the true game
Until it does
Silence can’t be shame
Until it must

Kindred spirits are these
Resentment and disease

And falling to one knee
Are the witnesses to this decree
Including me

All the paths are set with charms
Pretensions falter
The chosen route is one that harms
It won’t alter

Just this once
It won’t become again
Can’t refute
What’s here, what’s been

In this the time, that joined are crimes and constant echo
The hardship is the only element engrained
There’s piece of mind
But it’s fleeting at it’s very core

Results are coming quickly
Solutions once misguided
The kind that soon will determine if cause was just or tort
And in the end the will dies
But will can soon be reborn

At last it is here, the time
While sleeping soundly
Is stricken through its jealous eye
But hardly seen

Just this once
It won’t become again
Can’t refute
What’s here, what’s been

It’s over now, the last of what was thought to be right
The foolish ones had once been told it would not die
The truth revealed
So hard to turn and catch the fly

Results are coming quickly
Solutions once misguided
The kind that soon will determine if cause was just or tort
And in the end the will dies
But will can soon be reborn

The end has placed a burden
Upon the cold one's footsteps
A present rough encounter
Just and true for all who care less

Behold the chance before you
An opportunity hence
To fight and live with the end
Lacking any firm resistance

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