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Memoirs of dawn are all that remain.
Indicative of the indecision
in the
Sacred smiles before the altar of
Sacrificial sufferings,
I endure the tortures
Ordained by a mocking fate.
Normality
is not a part of this predicament.
Abandoning my gregarious instincts, to be
Conditioned by the cold hand of experience,
while
Consenting to the control of
Ornate emotions, suddenly validated.
My primeval sense of destiny
Predicts
an unpredictable outcome.
Losing touch with what is deemed real,
I float beyond the perimeter.
Struck by the vanity
of existence, my
Heart achieves infamy -
Exploding like an ancient star,
Dying a martyr's death.
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