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Suppression

Self. Thine epitome of thought and feeling. Why?
Shouldst thou so judge that, which thine own heart, damn?
Compassion. Thee with thou promise so false
And hope! Dashed as flame to the ethyr.

Conscience. That divine spark of control.
Mine life and joy art burden’d by thou lov’d gift.
Should I go? Mine parting should cause such as the cause to effect.
All options lead to the loss of mine knowledge.

But hark, the calling of distant salvation;
Not the conscious solved perfection,
But the release of itst components.
Heart, Pride, Joy, all for naught!
Whenst thou much sought knowledge acquired,
At the price of thy moments bliss.