With strangest precision
I made the incision
Inherent decision
Impairing my vision
My search was defined
The day I went blind
It somehow aligned
For me not to find
Fictitious revision
Brought will to submission
A juxtaposition
Arranged inquisition
So speak from your mind
And tick with the time
Awaiting reply
You tarry, you die
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 7:56 PM UTC
With strangest precision
I made the incision
Inherent decision
Impairing my vision
My search was defined
The day I went blind
It somehow aligned
For me not to find
Fictitious revision
Brought will to submission
A juxtaposition
Arranged inquisition
So speak from your mind
And tick with the time
Awaiting reply
You tarry, you die
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