Anton Semenov
There is shape in disbelief
In the premeditation of
A prehensile tongue
Relinquishing dissent
Without motivation
The future is lost
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I have come to stand in
Opposition to every sage
Who dare illumine my path
Don’t let me find inside
The same infirmity
Don’t my heart sustain war
Lest I find within
A human greed
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In the company of others
I find myself unforgivable
Let each man be a mirror
That no man should live
In dissimulation
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