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It's so simple
The simpleton sees all atrocities.
As they lay between those guilded years
He watches all that cherishes weak wishes,
All that battle's honor can convey upon you.
Those false loves of medical mischiefs
Bring this last show of clarity without weight
To something familiar... barely.
As if conscious felatios meant divinity.
This manhood and all its borrowed idealisms
Makes boredoms epoch sound like serenity.
Amidst those crystal fences all surrounding
Comes the chisel and its persistent deceit.
Slam goes the time of blinded spots
And whithers away those chat iced barriers
To become old as if newness materialized.
Potent but paralyzed, sincere but silent.
All is one, but many of one.
