Lies forbid me, cascading your serene thought,
it shall orbit my feeble mind, when deception fought.
Twice the sin was conceded without turning raw,
antagonistic flaw.
Glaciers of hubris which you yielded to, I shall thaw,
shan't obey law.
Irises of the light, whom false guidance conquered,
never fixate its shine onto the road I maneuvered.
Conned by beasts, battalions, brothers and bliss,
it is essentially you whom I could only miss.
If ever that you could never be so morose,
I would always in life, compose such a prose.
Poetry and literacy are my two tools to murder,
express, regress, only progress a little further.
People shan't in life, read this deceitful title,
no, it will forever never emit its sparkle.
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