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E.S.P.
Figuring nothing
But plans to remove
My sweat and blood
Now consciously converted
As pulp and cotton.
Leading off with failure
To deliver
Less fallacy.
I trusted for truth.
Left with pavement spanning
Roads forced by worthless trust
Paved without need or knowledge
Left with none
To trust?
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