Succumb

My edgings they are shorn and trails of truth are knife, a country sad is born with each new righteous height! That definition's strife encumbers with remorse were joy the once delight now singulates conform! That hedging rules the storm were once a solemn trite so far above is from that minister of fright! I look for chances glean a yesterday still rung, the spirits only dream the altar's of unsung! Democracy perverts, that once my vestige clung and opposition flirts but kindling with among! How strong the arc becomes that witnessed extrovert and yet the method brung extols to so subvert! Through entities disserve a marginal outcome the profiteer's reserves unlimit life's succumb!