a disgrace

any room is consistently dark

all comes to mock

ridicule to be a living creature

his companion is only torture

content with nothing, they presume

breath, and he’ll be in gloom

the air is pasted with a scorn

a hapless parody perforce to be born

scum of the Eden and earth

an eternal damnation merit a better worth

here lifeless man now raves as a friend of none

in tottered, necessitate to be gone

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