Impaled
I inhale the pain
Watch the blood rain
As I pull your knife from my back
For the heresy
But now they listen to me
Should’ve known better than to doubt
But now is the time for finding out
Just another feather in my cap
Perhaps
Or just more clout
I don’t care anymore
Just let me escape to my redoubt
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