oh pretty world i frown on you from heaven.
your seas and hills,
elastic meadows of industry.
this pretty world
once a beacon of something.
people for the sake of people.
being of the sake of needing.
no pretty world
this is not your own.
i lived for you,
not from desire but pity.
friendlessness is a disease
born from phobia.
oh pretty world
no use of mine.
living among stars
dying beneath moons
a grand situation
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