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The memory, our loss: devil's wept

Even if the devil whispers are loud,
Can you alter his ego around?
May you not kneel or lie or squat for his
Munificence alarm,
Can you tell me what he looks like?
Nay, neither can thou conscience apprehend his existence,
Is it real or what can you call he or her or they?
But with the reality of thou aim and fantasies they claim,
Does it worth it? sacrificing thou soul to enlarge
Thy coast or talent’s already alive,
Nay, even if he weep on thy feet or crumble for thou soul,
Never will my patience collapse nor my vision relax to sign
His offer never, never.



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