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The object of my ideal affinity 
Is warped by my very own selfish zealous scrutiny 
Sharding my soul to the brim with a rancor 
Leaving me bleeding with hell's dread and terror. 
Alas, from the heavens I see a portal glowing brilliantly, 
Darkness of absolute solidarity flows from it suddenly, 
Making me question the foundation of our verisimilitude 
Leaving me as a corps on the great battle field as quondam, 
Resulting in the exigency to my logarythmic cynosure, 
Leaving us all alone...

Ancient Truths