Despair
Cursed and lost
Now I'm aloft
The swan in lake
Now is a flake
Her feathers doubt
And gunned down
Past beyond the senses
Couldn't pay it with pences
Shorn of shame
Game's a blame
Rank your pick
And choose the steak
One dies for other to strive
The snake is now
The show of valour
Values morals running about
Telling to think it around
Words that hold no depth
What's the point of birth
If you cause pain
Terror, panic in the plain
Glass of sliver observes
The blinks of curves
Milling out your feeble words
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