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Orophones hate the noise I make tethered to the wilting ground An air of disconnect surrounds As morbidipity plagues the soul Nature varvacious as she Ensnares a creature vasar as me And though I beg her to depart Reprieve and I forever part Through withered vines crumpled to dust The roses fall to leaves A place that once breathed andostol life Found that the air now wishes to leave And in the trees the birds would sing If voices they had to do so But now their silence is all that’s heard Longing for pleasure not received The budding twigs now gleaned and snapped Catch nothing but disease And what I think? What have we done. Riftling pleasure into screams If heavenly relief is what was planned To hell let me disperse I beg too see the horrors there As here is much much worse