Wicked men and toils troll
Bewitched and stagnated air
This, the evil on a roll
Nostrils filled thick despair
Filthy shoes from feet dragged
Barren, all sort confident spring
Opportunities never close to bagged
Round and round, feet circle in ring
Heart now darkened to bitter
Words restriction and death breathed
Tongue vicious and void ab initio glitter
Paths all filled futures deathed
Silver linings promise futures bright.
Hopes, dreams to be clenched in all might.
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