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a thousand fake feelings
with the poignancy of life bitter
hath created a man without hope
in this life devoid of belief
... wake upon thee a life anew
could you bring the joy of laughter
away from the taste of bitter tears
light to the night of darkened fears
call now unto the humanity of life
.... is there really life?
you so easily proclaim life, fey
there is no life which you say
you dissuade and deceive the eyes
and tease the epheremal heart within
... why are you doing this?
take these lies away from me
the illusion of truth I do not wish to see
why are you so cruel to thee
I hath not, I want not, I need not.
... don't forget to bury me.
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