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persevere years on end,
to Failure’s amusement Impious
Tears
Descend
eventually desensitized, ceasing before the crescendo
but even a broken clock’s right twice a day
you know?
betting on yourself is o-bligatory;
consistency yields a Phoenix story
each dawn of the yester-self perishes
as with each
cycle of
life
a piece of the soul is re-molded, oft without gripe
eventually you’re reborn in the same life.
suffer and strife
to towering heights—
micro samsara;
you must suffer on end
for it to pay dividends.
then, it’s the pride and belief
you cannot comprehend.
