Around me, shapes spin and scorn
Depicting a life not realized until too late
They come to fiercely stare not mourn
Discussing the elemental subject of fate
As their tears become desired results
They depart footsteps on weakening gravelled graves
Picking up on all my humanistic faults
Smokescreens fade all judgments clear
A twist of a root to a trembling tree
All lifelessness is forever to near
What's all this mean in regards to me?
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