Desmond & The Change Table-feet .

Table-feet.
How things change.
Oh! how the tables
turn.

I bend over
in pain

laid out at
their table-feet.

"Foolish man, with sword and shield
raised boldly by your side.

Foolish man, on mighty steed
with brutish speed you ride.

You fly upon me with your ideals.
But forget that change befalls
us all.

Shifting clouds, and changing tides.
Pray tell me who and what alone abides?"

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