Spinning fate

Getting up, falling down, as spinning fate goes round to circle back.

To a deaf mother, to a father dead, bastard born blind to all but regret.

Dreams in muted tones, life of silent light, an echoed doom in dead eyes.

That sick boy, that troubled child, made this hopelessly cynical man.

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