Elegaic
For The Vocal "After Itβs Gone" Challenge

Introduction
This is about someone who was once respected but is now a pariah destroyed by rumours and lies.
The music is Tim Buckley's "Once I Was"
Elegaic
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I Once Had A Reputation
But Now It Is Dead And Gone
Lies And Rumour Killed It Dead
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Now My Name Is No More
No One Will Speak It
Except In Black Disdain
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John Wayne Gacey Has Nothing On Me
Except He Still Has Fans
Bot Notoriety Does Get You Noticed
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Winston Churchill Said
A Lie Flies Round The World
Before The Truth Gets Its Trousers On
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People Will Rather Believe An Emphasised Lie
Than Make A Little Effort
To Seek Out The Real Truth
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Like A Shattered Glass Table
My Reputation Lies Dying In Bits
Something That Can Never Be Fixed
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It Is Now Long Gone
That Make Me So Sad
So I Must Soldier On
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Alone
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Comments (5)
ooft! right in the feels. this, especially: "Prople Will Believe An Emphasised Lie Than Make A Little Effort To Seek Out The Real Truth"
You always make us think and feel with your poetry Mr. Mike. Good job.
Whoever this poem is about, my heart is with them. This is so sad, yet beautiful. I love reading your poems, Mike. I find them inspiring, and there are many words of truth in your words.
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