bury me, now
ten moon cycles now, it'll soon be a dozen,
a vicious plan two decagons in the making,
a lie, upon another, and yet this third one,
completely naive was I, crazy in believing;
false promises and illusory the relation,
beyond my grasp, or my understanding;
grand your betrayal has finally befallen,
crushing my soul are you devoid o'feeling?
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