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Shall I cry for a promise broken

Or weep against deep depravity?

Swallow a bitter truth spoken

Or mourn the loss of moral identity?

Sink beneath they all may

I shall see with just a pang.

But the ground beneath gives way.

Those old of this then sang!

In filth and dark they lie

And learn to accept it as fate.

To rise I clutch all nearby

My struggles they cannot abate.

They break; none enough strong.

One last time with uplifted hand

Must try to right my timeless wrong

So I may reach the unseen land.


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