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To those who take my breath away:

Disregard your notion of May,

Please, and listen to my great words,

Which are weak, cadaverous broads,

Such that they inspire misers,

Of all classes and lifestyles,

To become the Caesar’s Demons.

And to take what is the Heathens’.

Now hear me here, with yielded ears,

And as I will speak words so bleak,

This personal view of the world

Is not to be said or retold

To any fellow traveler,

Because I can’t to feel torture.

But should I, which shouldn’t, but could,

I’d have a child’s mind, wounded.

I can’t to be trusted with your faith,

Not unlike a god with no face.

You must keep your hopes to yourselves,

As I can’t make truth out of dreams

Because only the great can fall,

Please, do not make me your idol

Or anything more than a boot,

Assuming it is much too used.