Wages of Hope

What numbs the hand, and pulls the eye is nonsense by the fancied few, but grasp the rancor like a sty and hold the measure further up! No more than would I arduously cup a multiple fit of by and by but calm my axis, lose abrupt and drink to honor's sought worthwhile! For I result but of a life, and thee, but of a constant strife, the joke by par expand relies the futile here, of what is guise! How deaf the problem I incite by waiting wasting my respite resources granted use my life but here, withheld, removals quiet! The goal inherent, still is rife the role as reverent . . . culls way's riots.