SECRET

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Beneath the peasant's heart,

A doubt lies,

The festering brutality,

That life gives,

Drains his hope,

Though he lives,

Life has nothing to offer,

Scoffers haunt him,

Trying to devour his straight ways,

Now he's crooked,

Dreadfully haunted by his conscience,

Poignant memories of the past,

Reminiscent of humility,

Now a stranger to him,

Winnowed like chuff,

With the passing of time,

But still tantalized,

By the abyssal secret.

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