Fairest dusk, your grim onset, Does curve the lips upward and Lift my head Eastern in direction Divulge I yearn to bask in the pale light of Your silver, spherical nucleus once again. Oblige Delve into my nature... All loathing. Speak my name. The wind chills and in a way comforts me... Knowing there are things colder than I. A plethora of bitterness, I am... The fulcrum which maintains the balance of All things now disputable within, The bacterial body I uphold. A plethora of bitterness, I am... The fulcrum which maintains the balance of All things once disputable within, All celestial bodies. My marks upon this world are miniscule and insignificant. ...And yet I persist with the utmost dilligence. And as these beads of rain trickle down my face, I know soon I will lie beneath the ground I tread. A plethora of bitterness, I am... The fulcrum which maintains the balance of All things now disputable within, The bacterial body I uphold. A plethora of bitterness, I am... The fulcrum which maintains the balance of All things once disputable within, All celestial bodies. From a breath to inanimation, Flourishing to an abrupt dissipation A life of effort sans merit Such is a bitter fruition The wind chills and in a way comforts me... Knowing there are things colder than I. A plethora of bitterness, I am... The fulcrum which maintains the balance of All things now disputable within, The bacterial body I uphold. A plethora of bitterness, I am... The fulcrum which maintains the balance of All things once disputable within, All celestial bodies.
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