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The stealth of the deceiver encased me like a tomb
and I, fooled by the madness, resided idly
though it was my own validity to force my escape
or to succumb to the falsity
so I thought
it was my own way to face the precision,
with which my fate
was devised
I never wanted this, never wanted
the lies
Call my name and give it value
there is nothing more I can ask of you
for what once was a refuge
has lamed me
and left me for dead
and you,you alone
bury me
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