Sharpedge Solitude
Take a look in your own self
and see what's behind the voice
The self-riddance you named after conscience
now stands before you as a man.
A sinful ensemble beneath a dried out skin
maybe time will tell what I knew
(from the very start)
I strangled your inside,
but now you're on your own.
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