Call to Harms

Parting gifts for friends in farewell
Wish them luck on a wishing well
They swallow everything you feed at them
Including lies in an old fool's requiem

Sons and daughters of an absentee
Faith is all there is to see
A pity fuck for a single dime
The guilt lasts a century's time

Flakes of snow on a summer head
It's always better, yeah, better off dead
Promises of something that truly last
The future is yours except the past

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