One of Tragedy's Ordeals
It could be the purpose, albeit hollow point.
A greater truth less than fact, conjoined.
Like a twin of evil, massive damage inflicts.
Convicted of monotony, unconvinced I'm sick.
But if I'm showing all the signs
Are the symptoms really mine?
Like conquered new frontier, I may claim
Contagious recreation spreading fear the same
Whose name is shame on every status quo.
Submerged beneath the standard, hide die low.
Raging disease at each degree sets the
example.
Unhealthyness at its healthiest, hands on the handle. The medicine that is of men, or when roots are split
Hit faces lit, every single bit of all their cures are shit
All their cures are shit, assisted and assailed
Benefits or risks, which one outweighs and which is failed
Fired shots, misses mixes with treatments in a blur. Mistreat, complete, preheat, eatfeet, defeated slurred.
But if I am entirely symptomatic
I do bear traits with hatred emphatic.
THIS WHOLE ORDEAL IS TRAGIC!!!
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