The Immortal's Mortality

My Wrong Arrival

In the fields and In the valleys

IN our own chores and rallies

I trip right on the same right foot

And land on the same left foot

I made champion in my own world

Been swell out of my every world

But still a mistake never thought

And a rumble through wet and drought

Thinking my mission is to be great

So, I opened my own gate

But I've entered the wrong arrival

And now my mission is survival

I am dying, crumbling, smashing

And my life is 49/50

But no one dares to give me alms

But dismay and proud of some

I gave them castles, they gave me trash

I gave them medicine; them, a fist to smash

They gave me a contract to slavery

for a lifetime of goul and treachery

But with wicked trees, I see dawn

And with thorn branches I see palms

I saw a light that made me regain

And stand up with a cork again

But all that joy is dispair

And the clock could not repair

For I see forevermore

A black box I can never adore

Now that I'm losing my last wing

And the bells said their last ring

I shall forever see my reflection

with careless and rejection

Now I see the next day's light

And get ready for my fright

I must always never pluck a tear

And always close my eyes for fear

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