When Gift Becomes Damnation

Crunch of stained-glass windows
 Under bare feet
 Luminescent anguish
 Of everyday retreat
 Consubstantiality
 Of discrepant wills
 Breaks against mortality
 Forces me to knees
 Punishment of being old
 Till the end of time
 Everlasting pain and cold
 Rational decline
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 Here I stand, obsessed old man
 Blinded, on the very brink
 Downpour is whipping me
 With indelible ink
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 My gift became damnation
 My incarceration
 I'm stuck here for the ages
 I'm doomed to be old man
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 Sentinels on guard of death
 Cannot let me in
 I'm deprived of their excuse
 I've invented a new sin
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 I am doomed to be old man
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 Old man
 Insusceptibility
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 To the flames of guilt
 Made me perfect innocent
 My emotions sealed
 Physical infirmity
 Continual decay
 Two centuries of suffering of living every day