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In protest I was conceived.
Thus Love,
was foreign to me
Like many men cursed,

To roam the Earth,
'till all the grain 
And sand here,
Has been dispersed

O Hark,I can hear,
The broken beating,
Of my heart hissing
Never known to Leer

Nor lust,no binding oath
no charity,
And not a speck of clarity.
I hath no friend nor foe

But at what cost?