Finished

Within the defeated foe who's me,
You find cessation in your enemy.
A drawn, hard line for all to see;
A newly developed travesty.

You've won the game of misery;
So pride yourself in victory.
I will give you all the best of me;
Or at least what's left after I flee.

For you are the worlds greatest sieve;
But all you do is yourself deceive.
Do you really think we all believe?
Are you blind to truth or can you see?

Because I am looking for reprieve;
I do not wish to be retrieved.
I will escape your plots and schemes,
I will find rest and love and peace.