Blame me not, as
i'm knocked out by
my fancies false,
those utter incessantly
from abyss,
and tune a noisy chant,
and poisoning this broad
earth. I dream of a morrow
to see a new world.
I, in this endless journey,
am suffering but
not yet done.
So don't piss me off,
let me trade my anguish
first, then will rest awhile.
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