I woke up this morning feeling utterly disgusted,
It was what had dragged earlier, but I had adjusted.
Reminding me of endless investigations
Within my soul until came the proclamation.
Even surrounding light can leave a dark spot open
But before any more doubts it must leave, I'm hoping.
Understanding propositions simplify alternatives
Stealing and snatching, perhaps its time for giving.
Alas, there comes a show in time.
When all the balance is uniquely in line.
Let your material qualities surround and extend
Eventually it will diverge, merge, bend
It will be clear then who actually lost reality
You won't find my warm smell, just cruelty.
This shall be the last one, call it lost one
After this, it won't be legible...it shall be done.
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