How cursed our kind is
That it feels,
Murdered by one self,
Arrogance for penniless virtue
To love is to understand
But in this heart of mine do these misunderstandings
Gain life
For we all are slaves to these demons of life
Incivibility can only be broken with the weapon of physical beauty
Blessed to the allies of the demons
Burning into a kaleidoscope of ancient brushstrokes
Scar the evils of our mind
O build the skeleton of my scriptures
In such mechanics I seek my solace
That no human could ever provide
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