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Betwixt the Terms

In a matter of reincarnation
   and scientific facts,
My anima has been automated
   to trade an eye for an axe.
 
The weary way in which I wallow
   beneath the walking waves of wrath,
Distracts me from the flies I swallow
   on this drearily awkward path.
 
If my wonder and amazement wanes;
   it wasn’t for your nerve,
I only mind these waves I tame
   which drain my wearing verve.
 
So as in all, from fall to fall
   and through these bowels I troll,
I must address this infernal thrall
   or bless the hell within my soul.
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