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How fallible, the human will is
How malleable, the human ego is

Even in my dreams, it rains.

Detachment.

Singing my power, my pleasure, my pain,

to tune.

Raising an eyebrow in its inherent mistake,

now immune.

A plea!

I am mortified by the merest of thoughts, of losing.

Just a moment of jest, parts played perfectly by the muscle in my chest.

The court jesters jingles a tune,

"I sing in glee, and now you will see!"

"Haha! hehee! You shall never be free!"

"For you NEVER had her, you see!"

"Like a fool he makes a plea!"

"A plea a plea! Is there nothing more pathetic than thee!"

"You fool! You fool! You insignificant fool!"
"you fool! You fool! You insignificant fool!"
"You fool you fool you fool you fool..."