Diminished By Time

Diminished by time what deeds truly go unfinished
Disappointing to some, while adjoining to others
Make hasten your ways, my sisters and brothers
History portrays us in such mysterious ways
Lost are such truths amongst the great maze
Incoherent ramblings indulge such pleasures

Blaspheme burns where the fowl bone mends
Particularly if it’s aided by the wicked of hand
Banish by their sights with conspicuous eyes
Confirmed by the whispers
Within their various lies

Smite thy hand with feather and bow
Beneath the dusk of the fallen snow

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