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These messages of triumph

We lead ourselves to believe

It draws out the venom

From our crooked minds

These present day immortallies

Tantalize the senses

And live and breath

With redundant serenity

These forsaken impurities

Condemned to endless shame

Fore born of little discipline

An incentive of no control

These marks of deceit

Breaking through the surface

Have little or no bearing

To reconcile, to cleanse

These dying before their time

Re-occur as a soul

Scientific blessing

These present day immortallies

Tantalize the senses

And live and breath

With redundant serenity

These forsaken impurities

Condemned to endless shame

Fore born of little discipline

An incentive of no control