Whisper softly in the dead of night
Conspire against yourself
Every selfish
It comes from deep within
So swiftly without warning
A place that
Since the dawn of creation
Mankind has been hexed
Constantly torn by
Since infancy a void
Has plagued my existence
Attempts to disregard such
The gloves have been removed
Lets see it to the end
May
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