Sheepishly I follow orders and control
Although, you never said I've got to
I am a torture, even angels fall
From skies when I am near by
In my all sinful own corruption
So pitiful and so abrupt
Like a lunation of existence
And truly nobody to know
How painful it is all to Be
And carry on and on and on
From handmade fractured humid prison
And talking human language
Sheepishly, not being able to look up
In their glowing glazed and mannered natures
In fear that they're hiding secrets and delightful wishes
To hurt me ever even more...
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