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I be but a humble troubled writer true
My only wish to my kin is nothing new
The greatest of all, ambrosia of stories
I scribe to be acclaimed the sole creator

Passing of seasons have wearied my form
Jaded, defiled- left my bitter soul to scorn
So soon to flee, the days, weeks, months, even years
The fruition? Ambiguous blasphemous scribbles on paper!

Oh how they mock me-, friends, family- LOUDER!
"Did you take your pills?" "Cut back on the sours-"
Bah! I take it straight damned abomination!
It took me the trinity to reach epiphany.

Human is not simple, Human is not complex
Separation and disambiguation to be the annex
I must strive beyond to reach my hallowed goal
Silence this nagging inconvenience to know

I be the Protagonist
I be the Antagonist.
My only wish is to my kin is nothing new
I have begun to weave this horrific tale
To those whom I become their sole destroyer