Iv Poem by Incognito Soand so

Iv



You disgust me to find effective yield,
To put to death and wipe the lens.
Yet you infantile,
You self-fulfilling prophecy,
I may too much, too deep in your eyes,
But can they hold your weight?
Will honor rule?
Unfortunately I foresee no.

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