Long Since Zen

Should any of self-proclaimed gods upon high

Be lying in wait for my feet to trip up

Be prowling as jackals for meat from my bones

Grow old you shall, ‘fore you find my will at play

Dementia and graves will be yours if you dare

Take me on for sport will you?

I cannot care

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