Man, thou in fragile frame plays monkey tricks
A parasite sustaining on the rotten senses
Day dreams are your food, hope a dirty water
You play traunts with burning fire
Endless bundles of desire bind you
With tender tethars to tomb
You a frog under serpent's hood
Struggle in vain to save thy skin
Leave thy wild goose chase where
Thyself a goose chased by might
Time will hang thyself by
The self made noose, whose knot is tight
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