No need to straiten,
I've been dire for months,
Dining and dying
On bile and blood.
Fusobacteria
For a feast no one eats,
The ending result
Of an unkindness of kings.
In the eyes of the Truth
There is no art,
Even a lie
Betrays your own heart.
Two sides to the coin,
Two sides to the grave,
How many more sides
Do we need to explain?
I have grown tired
Talking in vain.
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