As God As My Witness
That Archaic Poet
The Life Quixotic is still Chaotic,
Still despotic while Tyrants rule.
Joy, it seems, a thing of dreams
When I wander like a Fool.
Eternally internally profoundly confused-
Searching for Time far better spent
In a Mind I find unfit- MISUSED!
A wish to be Omnipotent...
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