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The Rejected Gear sits, idle, teeming,

His scarlet eyes shine brighter than before-

He recalls the past, lost loves and amore,

Those sad thoughts, almost truly gone streaming.

Those thoughts, when gone; he goes into dreaming

Intent of a better life; what's in store?

Unknown, but hopes for glory, plenty more.

Ignore? Possible, but will stay, beaming.

Still Rejected Gear? Yes, but only name.

Happy? Yes. Willing for goals, longer life-

Proud to be alive and breathing? Truly.

When thou becomes sad, what pathetic shame-

Never will he go and pick sharpened knife.

Because, suicide now? That's unruly! ^^