Tis true the prison I entered again
Willingly yet unwillingly my soul betrays
An un-canning eye for that of which I was freed
Despairing of it after it has been committed.
Oh once again that diffusing ray
Quicken my soul to once again hate
That bitter taste which wages is death
That filthy stench which pollutes the world and soul.
K.Oni
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