indeed you are here
a fallen man of credulous
pride
you who have made lords
with a double-edged sword
blinded by your own
arrogance
that you had never glance
to that which is true
to that without flaw
you leave it all to chance
like dancing with a lance
disowning you
in a burrow so blue
for which you already
knew
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