Oneiric ideas lead you in your youth to try and achieve inscrutable nascent theories.
Cerebration nonchalantly creates a chimerical coxcomb of a child.
Life leans towards lassitude and your inexorable exploration of existance reaches esoteric esteem.
I reek of bleak beliefs and proselytized lies.
Tries at explaining the inexplainable only end in cries of remorse.
A throat thats hoarse and ideas off course.
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