A patch of sand never conceived a forest
I called you home because they called me out
"Die alone you wretched creature"
Sand was hope, forest the reality.
Aid me from this disease of the heart
I still beg for pardon from the crime of extant
Days in purgatory have disillusioned me
Strike out your engagements and sleep one last time
Apology, the only medium
I can communicate with the pure bred
Destined to conquer the despot's kingdom with might
Sufficed with being declined to a mite
Answer me. I am a fallacy but you care
If I choose the means you think not too fair?
Desire to live, greater than the consequence of its by-product
Such a compromise, such a struggle
Aid me from this insufficiency for
I wonder why I was sculpted to personify it
Democracy gave voice
Self-proclaimed purists choked it away
Am I not the offspring of the devil
I don't remember my rearing but
Differencing between you and I was never a part of it
Somewhere I jumbled the words, maybe
Appeals have reached their demise
Imagining the colour of acceptance as I only see white
Depth of your eyes held a clear perspiration of disgust
"Sympathy for your tears can only appear twice"
Am I to be proud or sad, for my choices threaten you so bad
I permit you to chop off my hair and weave a basket
Drop all your mortifications and rage and
Shame in it. I'll wear it like a crown
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