Leftist Out

Heritage has never been troubled with such pride or conceit

The last in a line of fine nobility, history will not repeat

This day has not blessed my bloodline

Failure follows wherever I go

Incomplete with a century closing fast

Progress moving slow

Trying to escape a generations disease

Acting upon suggestive temptation without factoring in reprise

Dying unaccomplished means this name dies with me

Wear a label, carry a curse, from better to worse

For what it's worth, as long as I am able, I will endure

We have spent out legacy departing

Building up to starting over, and over

Legacy departing

Embarking on goodbyes

Resurrecting monuments we destroy in time

With apologies come closure, suspect the benign

Impatience guides my hand to strike

At the right side of choice, ending up wrong

Pulling straws for posthumous fame

Opening my mouth to lose my voice

Condemned to pay for sins

With all of the hope in the world

Mistakes can't be taken back

With the force that has brought them forward

Limits have been set as to how far rules can bend

When you are gone, you are gone. It does mean the end

History will forget me. Erase every trace I existed

Closing my heart in a bottle

To be remembered, I asked for this and never resisted

Thinking I will finally find the reasons having crossed my mind

To save myself over solving the riddles to claim the prize

Questions may arise in authenticity

Showing canvass blemished with self pity

Poetry interprets works through foundations laced in tannins

Callow ripens on the vine surviving through famine

Traverse the seam, balance a beam of light

So quick to speak, adore the way outrage has never silenced you