3rd times the last

I call to thee powers of the behemoth

that force greater than thou

undeniably ungrateful supremacy

casting a hardened will unto me

I've born two masters over

and died both times

you've swallowed my pride for me

though it still did not disperse

intuition is deaths design

a genius method of lightening the workload

giving sight farther than the eye can see

farther than a stagnant mind can think

growth being repetitive destiny

at least for me

sour as failed redemption

as sick as failed resurrection

enticing is this new exception

except for me I get no better reception

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