Arising to the occasion,
I am pushed aside by complications.
Unable to the take the blame.
I am held up by the torment.
Understanding we're playing a game,
I satisfy the instant craving.
Sullen eyes of weary folk
bare naked women beneath the cloak.
Animosity and broken words,
chilled amongst the deadened calves.
Hung along the wooden boards,
Indulging in the painful laughs.
Complications intrude once more,
minds are swept with fear.
For understanding morals and fate,
is letting our minds become clear.
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