Leftist Out

Heritage has never been troubled with such pride or conceit
The last in a line of fine nobility, history will not repeat
This day has not blessed my bloodline
Failure follows wherever I go
Incomplete with a century closing fast
Progress moving slow
Trying to escape a generations disease
Acting upon suggestive temptation without factoring in reprise
Dying unaccomplished means this name dies with me
Wear a label, carry a curse, from better to worse
For what it's worth, as long as I am able, I will endure

We have spent out legacy departing
Building up to starting over, and over
Legacy departing
Embarking on goodbyes
Resurrecting monuments we destroy in time
With apologies come closure, suspect the benign

Impatience guides my hand to strike
At the right side of choice, ending up wrong
Pulling straws for posthumous fame
Opening my mouth to lose my voice
Condemned to pay for sins
With all of the hope in the world
Mistakes can't be taken back
With the force that has brought them forward
Limits have been set as to how far rules can bend
When you are gone, you are gone. It does mean the end
History will forget me. Erase every trace I existed
Closing my heart in a bottle
To be remembered, I asked for this and never resisted

Thinking I will finally find the reasons having crossed my mind
To save myself over solving the riddles to claim the prize
Questions may arise in authenticity
Showing canvass blemished with self pity
Poetry interprets works through foundations laced in tannins
Callow ripens on the vine surviving through famine
Traverse the seam, balance a beam of light
So quick to speak, adore the way outrage has never silenced you