A touch of wrath into one’s self
Turn against our brother’s soul
Keep a fight into the vast
While lasting until demand holds
Prettying in time so soon fades
Taking light upon the face
That one alone would recognize
That it onto selfish becomes
What pleasures amount the toll
That faded pastures spread unto
Take it from the known to be
Hope that last
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