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prologue
With this unabating entity...
HOW!
will I squander?
Scrutinizing every contrary,
the fortuity to be with grandee,
to effectuate the entirety,
foresee the prophesy.
And even so,
is this it?
If a chosen scenery eventuate,
every deed of limbs enshrine.
If her pulse fell in the pit of cadence,
with whose alter ego will I domicile
NOW!
State the venue where
to unearth the buried keys
of my death door locks.
Manumit me...from this unabating entity.
~ Forbes