I've been playing too much Dark Souls II. I wrote another poem at work...

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I've bitten off more than I can chew

This shield is too much weight to bear

I've asked too much of this grisly corpse

I understand now, nothing is fair

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I’ve seen the light of burning truth

revealing the crook of an unburdened back

straight and narrow, straight and narrow

Whispers of a curse, dark and black

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Praise the sun! Praise the sun!

Scream it loud till your throats are dust

We will say it softly when we finally hollow

And our beaten armor turns to rust