Across a dead soul
I stand beaten hollow
But a dead soul
who dreamt me
To be bold
shall not see me
bend knees before
depraved human selves
Lustful laugh over flesh
Beyond uncouth ways
And cheap pleasure
what shall you ever know
of the value of human life
or the riches of the mind
or the worth of the fineness
of the human spirit.
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