Nothing keft brain drained

They speak of men at war with themselves 
Never missing their integrity with words 
Insults to self for the man don't feel like he use to
They talk of him at times with different disciplines purpose in their own 
Now he too looks like the end awaiting to who really cares what his beginning was like 
No need to be sad no need to look back no need to be on your knees
You will be beaten again to your last 
They kept it 
Over planned it seems