Farewell
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The song of heart
False life 11
Only a few days, the long horizon strengthened,
The superficial cadenza
Of living the life of pathological fullness,
The wrong, tiresome way of facing
The truth with peccant erudition
doth efface the masquerade of veracity.
The light is seen dimly in deep blackness
Of contumelious emptiness of heart.
Truth is feeling sad for shortfall of righteousness.
The way leading to stop into the path aimless
and vagrant's fear is within view.
Now is thy turn to make a clarion call
To wide open the eye of argument,
To shed the delusional symphony of
Seemingly beautiful falsehood.
The last spark is seen beyond mystic mist
And thy inaudible call to stop to naught
Through sin to singularity.
Forgive my father, the delirious stomach of mine
Of nullifying thy grace into anathema of the
Most vile kind.
The end is near and hence the wrapper is
Falling apart.
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