Reaper come home

A trail of tears

For my debilitating failures

I know the sane decision

Yet with striking precision

I swerve at the last minute impulsively

Choosing incorrectly

Laughing in the face of disaster

As if it could not happen to me

Pure arrogance, or delusion…

Has caused this to be

Now I see… I am not immune

To the heartbreak and doom

That I have sown

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