my barren plan to be a better man rots in abandoned fields these idle hands inherit spoiled lands as the hungry become the pigs we reap (and) we sow we mourn who we were love what we lost in the grace of... (youth) laying with lions to hide my grief from the beast that never sleeps our tired hearts tear us apart searching for the key reap what we sow
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