Inconsistency
It’s a work of fiction my love
A truth only I know
Overwhelms my reason and hope
Waves of despicable detail
Do nothing but narrow my intention
Down
And down we go
This face my work of art
Turning points only age knows
Tell the brave this is no typical rope
To climb this tainted plot
Takes spark not intention
Some might as well climb
But down
And down I go
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