Transgenred
A fictional resignation ballad with Irish-folk drive; it is not an actual notice, legal communication, or factual allegation.
Creative context: This is a fictional resignation ballad, not an actual formal notice, legal communication, or factual account or allegation about a particular person or employer.
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[Verse 1]
By the riverbank I found it,
Bridge of burden, bridge of years;
Built on orders, fear, and silence,
Held in place by debts and fears.
There I paid beyond all measure,
There I learned the cost to stay;
Now I sign in full awareness,
I withdraw and walk away.
[Verse 2]
Long I hammered at its timbers,
Long I strained to keep it whole;
Through the cracking of its rafters,
Through the grinding down my soul.
Some will shoulder chains much longer,
Some will name what cannot stand;
So with steady, sworn conviction,
I release it from my hand.
[Refrain]
This is the bridge I will burn,
Non in ira, sed in luce;
Let the ledger be my witness,
Keep the record, keep it kept.
I march on with fixed direction,
Name and conscience still intact;
This decision now is final,
And I will not take it back.
[Verse 3]
I return your keys and badges,
I leave paper, clear and plain;
I will neither shade nor color
What was signed in blood and strain.
I keep discipline and distance,
I cross not one forbidden line;
Let no hand recast this breaking
As consent or as resign.
[Refrain]
This is the bridge I will burn,
Non in ira, sed in luce;
Let the ledger be my witness,
Keep the record, keep it kept.
I march on with fixed direction,
Name and conscience still intact;
This decision now is final,
And I will not take it back.
[Verse 4]
Keep the archive hard and faithful,
Keep the logs and wages due;
Keep the closing free of theatre,
Cold, exacting, grim, and true.
If the chandeliers come falling,
Let that crashing pass from me;
I have carried what was given,
Now I leave the balance free.
[Bridge]
Let the record stand unbroken,
Let no hand revise the page;
Let no whispered friendly story
Wash the filings from the age.
For the ledger speaks in fullness
When the tongues of men fall still;
I depart in lawful order,
And I do no further ill.
[Final Refrain x2]
This is the bridge I will burn,
Non in ira, sed in luce;
Let the ledger be my witness,
Keep the record, keep it kept.
I march on with fixed direction,
Name and conscience still intact;
This decision now is final,
And I will not take it back.
This is the bridge I will burn,
By the river I make known;
What was carried past all measure
I am not still bound to own.
In manus veritatis,
I commend the rest to fact;
This decision now is final,
And I will not take it back.