Deceive Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

My walk through this darkened maze has its many surprises, caught off guard by the various intents seeking to harm me: finding no relief, I hold my head down.

A dark shadow often approaches me, having no counterattack against their angry surges: hopelessly baffled by their actions bent to me their wrong.

I did receive numerous afflictions coming short of any realistic injury; praying this stroke of luck has no end: allowing me to continue on course.

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