man

Grip the world in its swollen remorse,
And brush aside the bruises of favors.
For never more to allow the emotions
Of distant fears to rekindle the flames.

How pathetic the laid to waste does rot,
In vile and dismembered accompaniment.
Scourge the lone entity which awaits not seen,
In desperation for the lack of wisdom's knowledge.

Curse the ignorance of the body with no mind,
Flog the empty pillars of mankind's departures,
Condemn the soul with no soul as its own recourse,
Feed the burning desire within.

If trust were the key to placid hues;
If love were to turn the key implanted;
If need were the beginning of love's burgeoning;
Should not self sacrifice arise the need?


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