Evicted of my aspiration treacherously
Evicted of my aspiration treacherously tormented because I lack an attribute so many have.
Odoriferous fumes linger around my nose sniffling and sneezing them away I smell the pity coming from the cauldron.
Forced to comprehend the irrational aspects I turn a nose to the stench of inept fortifications.
Looking forward to seeing and seeking prosperity I appeal to the Omega.
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