‘Tis better I not speak nor utter.
For my words take upon themselves meaninglessness.
And forsake myself to the shadows of incompleteness.
Without the core of my being, I fault again.
Skip my truthfulness out of existence.
Lie your way into the shallow caves of lust.
The greed of disgust must overwhelm the desire of death.
Push past powerful menaces to seek clearness.
Calmness shall overcome harassment in time.
As I close up against my will yet some more.
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