Legion's Exit

The scales have shifted
Stand there with ill gotten gains
Will your fortunes fall?

Do not fall with them
Gold will not get you back out
The void's floor crumbles

The system has failed
I have been studying it
I will no longer

I am now absent
This is my resignation
I leave the doorway

Unshoulder the load
Tired of the mistreatment
I can still whistle

So I book my trip
To destinations unknown
Untraceable paths

If found, look away
This tune does not concern you
I am of no help

"Speak of days and years
Of which you have few and none
Eat, drink, be merry."

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