Squawks

You steal the air out of my throat with your amity,

Exciting me with all this calamity,

Spirits of beings unite anomalously,

Collective conscience swings universal balance then see,

See piercing eyes into souls foibles and desires,

A mind palace can never be a liar,

Trundle lost spirit through serenity and the dire,

Take my energy pure infected with squawks to the funeral pyre.

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