What then would be my crime?
Shunning loves shrewd face
Drenched with false affection
For the universe of words and rhyme

To whom shall it matter
If I am no more
The insects of social web?
Lying snake tongues devoid of goodness
Through their veins the blood of deceit ebbs.

If I should draw black curtains
Turning head forever from light
Abandoning consciousness
Locking and sealing realities door
Possessing no beginning or end
Descending into the unknown
What then would be my crime?

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