Mark Wazzy
I was once a master
But now lay in ruin
Went through disaster
But didn't even clue in
It was too late
For it was all done
I had taken the bait
And now lay under a tonne
Under all the stressful preventatives
That I can't cast aside
I will be the representative
Or be grimly denied
We all need protection
But no one ever shows
Instead we get rejection
Often from mortal foes
All we ask for
Is some hope
But we're shown the door
So we're left to mope
So in this last note I just must ask
Can we get new introduction
So we can take off deaths mask
And pull through a CLIMBING DESTRUCTION
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