Poem -
Lesser Song of Repent
It bleeds it bleeds
It weeps it weeds
It waits for its
Final days to come
Oh how tragic
Fragile fabric
Weaved into thisĀ
World of "fun"
Fiction fiction
Fixed or friction
Life is but opposing magnets
Tears oh tears
Relentless fears
Purge us of our
Sinful habits
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