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You have cascaded to your knees,
mourning and weeping in your valley of tears.
Leading yourselves galley-west
with map in hand; you subvert yourselves.
Clutching to your aching breasts
some sense of unity together.
Pity is no virtue.
Yet you laudatory the very thing that makes you hollow.
Your argus-eyed technique,
brings your farther from the truth with every blink.
And every breath you take only brings,
you closer to the other that is the last of you.
You imtemperate cowards sicken me to my core.
Carving out heaps of respect and glory from yourselves,
in naive hopes of gaining more.
Once you have scraped out the last of your soul
it is more than your dignity you have sold.