No need to shout
No need to announce
I've killed the man who was me
For his failure to renounce
The sins of being a idealist
One who thinks we all can get along
For his sins he has been removed
Without shout, announcement or song
Now I stand before nothing but road
And a horizon of unimagined sights
Looking behind no longer an option
Except in the blackest of nights
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