November 13, 2011
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To the depth of my boundary—
Oh you had stained my sanctuary!
I take a step to your periphery,
Oh, depraved it is, Your Majesty!

March, I shall, till the kings stop foresee,
And within myself, a virtue to carry.

You painted my sky red,
Then cast me out unholy!
As my wish to never be led,
I refuse to accept your poetry!

See me—oh yes you will see me!
For I am still, stern on my persona;
For I lay this verve not on Fortuna.

“More weight” I’d say, not to erase.
And my wheel of fate, I will never submit.

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