Imagine the physiognomy of eternity
When the pangs of polymorphous life
Such dramatic naughtiness
And you never being made independent.
Imagine the deeds of humans
So awry, its praxis supine
But superfluous and never sussed out
But this poser like surrealistic image.
Imagine nihilism but the minds
Being the guard lacerates.
You've never seen any polemical stands.
Life, your precipitious lessons
Leaves hand against the cheek
None can ever give you heave-ho
Your supervening, this pratfall.
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