Running on a wheel,
This has reached nowhere,Neither the haven,
Nor the depths of abyss,
This no longer does feel,
Refusing to decipher,
Reasons for the barren,
Denying that this is a blemish.
Wrapped in the parables of courage,
That destiny favors the brave,There is so much sacrifice,
And terrible suffering,
But the endless greed to uncage,
Shall pursue until the grave,
Like the experimental mice,
Given up for inferring.
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