All that I see can conceive
Your wanton indifference derides
Decisions weren't hard to deceive
How we fooled ourselves when it died
Searching for a new place to hide
Afar from your vile, naive complacency
Burning, scathing
In nausea confide
Mocked in sudden ecstasy
In the earth, as in fire
Fundamental laws I repel
The fool I was, allured by desire
Corroded and hollow you feel
All and more you could not see
When the frankness would devour
Though the flesh trouble me
And the world tempt me sore
The victor I was to be ascended
Your futile ways I deplore
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