Sitting here
Silently without refuge
Staring into the soulless plains
Of my monitor
Listening
To the drone
Of your empty winds
And all the horrible inadequacies
You claim not to be or have
While condemning every other
Sick spirit of the world'¦

Endows me with much relief
That I will never be
As upstanding and righteous
As you

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