Without the mirror, I can see my reflection
on a cloudy day that bears a figment of sadness
But I have always been strong in my eternal wander,
even in the loneliness that I never sought, but was prone to be always found!
Should I endeavour to create my own sound of the world around
me and not be called a lunatic! If you think I should surrender
to every profane arrangement that gheraos me, should I then
presume it is the promise of love (even in its falsity); when I’d rather prefer to be in the arms
of my aloneness than be defaulted by treachery. They have blindfolds on me
to take away my dignity in an imposed sublimation of myself to every evil. My foot(!) with which I kick them!
The shit be on their faces! All of you! That you have been an insult to
my honesty and integrity, so villainously subscribing to appease the
evil that wants to waylay me. And from the doldrums that all this wickedness
casts me into, I am still profoundly brave to shatter those steel cages
as if they were glass cages. Dad, I really want to hold you in my arms as
my infant son, but how can I walk through these minefields of treachery
and torture, putting you as well at risk?!
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