No More

Prometheus I know your plight
when crows eat liver over flight
This recurring pain of kindness
doubled down by lovers blindness
and so your future cant continue
by false account by witness untrue
this vile world that lives for grief
as such the beams of hope are brief
and desolate in world of liars
make love, affection barbs of briars

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