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Resolve this, my word to thee:

Forgive this,
my blasphemy:
Saith thou that all souls shall be undone,
and yet still shall I go to untold lengths to preserve thine.

Forget this,
my plea to thee:
Indeed all things must come to an end,
and yet still shall there be a means to, and before, that end.

Realize this,
my love to thee:
When truth, that bastion of hope, doth fail,
then, and only then, will the lies of my lips fall on deaf ears.

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