In purest of spirit, in vilest of soul
Deny those who maim,
Onus was upon them, but they chose the same,
Never to see, never to feel
Therefore, in negation, they forever kneel.
Cursed be my self,
Allowing deepest stealth,
Rankle my very soul,
Embrace me with cold.
Are you blessed and sated,
Now that I yield,
Your ways will remain unaltered,
Morrow will be same as eve
Or find you now respite, enjoy you now despite
Rage, remorse, regret
Enter my poor heart?
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