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Putting it out there and pulling
back in and the reward prepares
for the demise of the sacrifice
Integrity like a scapegoat and
falsity of regret when that
wholesome gratitude molts like
a thriving insect, a personalized
parasite fostering decay
within the gravest obscurities
of this perpetual suicide
That secret succubus who teases and
distains the vulnerable and corrupt,
tainted only to prompt progression
on that wavering path of promise
Absolved, there is nothing but the stem
with rotted roots and festered greens
devoured by the carnivore 
who welcomed me