created an end
Contritions Wombe
Calling for what I am not
A leader
I cannot
A last means
A final
Evaluation
Of your limitations
I will possibly describe
Your amazement atop a well
Panic and plague
Where do spell
To no breach
Will the mind respond
A city orchestrated
Behind in its eyes
Comment of its betrayal
It's fail in sails
Get the life in doors from them
Yet they buy for their owning and confining of grace goes why
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