Once in a moment, health production.
Maybe he even had a little sense of seduction.
Perchance he had color and form.
An innocent as one just born.
Imperfect yet to that sentient.
Placed in a higher sentiment.
Yet, a what if was asked.
Then in a Game of Misery he did bask.
Made a puppet a fool.
Made suppressions tool.
For that he is blamed.
By confusion is he tied up and maimed.
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