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My Final Empty Hour.

Lies & this non-life, what have they meant?
Impuning, abusing themselves still faster
Diced in dying, disgracing each moment
Foiling all they forever fostered

Hereon experience shall be found my master
Daring my doll, revelry my entwined kin
Disgusting only complex or bastard
Deemed unworthy or obstructing