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Sluggish Progression
Wanton hate at my own behest;
Retire the damns on your façade,
Lest you succumb and hence detest
That which you had barred.
Repentance ain't so easy
When being indoctrinated makes queasy
The countenance you bore
Through the love of cynic's lore.
So be damned to your convention
When you have but one contention;
To repose the minds desire
For a want and need for more.
