The Truth Fares Those Who Are Blind To It

refers to one, reads from two ask me once, scold me twice why oh why, you cry oh my not one sought, to ought to jot all the words, the wit in store truly said, but exist no more

when do things read two times more I, you, they — we all call for try, and try — we see it not the cause and pull of our thoughts as our minds bend, to its whim knowledge seems, crippling indeed

fear ye truths, for they may stand the test of time, your existence if you would not, choose to seek the answers that rust, and break defeat ink and blots mature blood clots stroke of fate, a stroke of hearts

tethered misery awaits one now who tried to seek, the wrath of void the darkness spreads, the hope disappears the anguish breathes — the life seems low a truth that wrote, a fate anew struggling to break, the one who made it drew

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