My great enemy
my ego, my false pride
Begone!
Ruining my soul
giving me false assurance
for my capacity and wealth
and my power
raveling me for no reason
when I will be no more.
If I follow
street dogs will urinate
on my tomb.
Begone!
Don't want to see you more.
If I don't follow
little bird'll pluck the lily
and adore my tomb
with her beautiful craft
and 'll sing the song
for usher spring
drizzle the melody
to attune my tomb.
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