You
Are not free; have will
Had will
To choose freedom to
After conquering in some way
Freedom from
You had a choice:
You chose descent
And the joys of descent of descent
But
Ran
In the arms of an Earth that has
From every tick of time
The sword more than of Damocles
Hanging over it:
That is, my friend
- For I shall not call you –
- That is
- What you chose:
- Descent of descent
- With and to tragedy after
- Tragedy
- The while
- A baby you hold in your hands
- And fool! Smile with joy and pride
- At the ancestor of victims and the gruel meal
- Of tragedy upon tragedy.
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