In essence of choice,
A hidden truth at that...
The garbage dump,
Beyond the foreign confinements.
Building hope in a world,
Full of parody.
See thine self before
The choice sane enough,
Rule over naught...
A permanence beyond.
You are in confinement
A thought very painful.
The true essence of desire,
To rule over...
Build an empire, a lesser one
Perhaps the tear of sorrow
Will be become the ink,
To write your story
In the caryon of desire
As we fall within.
End
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