A solitary avenger, set to believe
Less in gracious lies than those who kill,
The awed truths; He, so naive
Shall do so at his peril.
As incredible is this last while,
And though he could deny to try
To forsake his castle of glass, fragile.
At no cost shall he try to deny
To ask himself for he’s so wise,
To stab his mind again and again,
From a deathlike slumber he shall rise,
Only to fall, and so forever remain.
How could he be the creator of disguise?
How the thoughts prevented from fantasy
Could have spun an object of despise,
To worsen the imperfection, an unreal reality.
Less in gracious lies than those who kill,
The awed truths; He, so naive
Shall do so at his peril.
As incredible is this last while,
And though he could deny to try
To forsake his castle of glass, fragile.
At no cost shall he try to deny
To ask himself for he’s so wise,
To stab his mind again and again,
From a deathlike slumber he shall rise,
Only to fall, and so forever remain.
How could he be the creator of disguise?
How the thoughts prevented from fantasy
Could have spun an object of despise,
To worsen the imperfection, an unreal reality.
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