"Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel, wanking thy heart bitter as thou let thy demons be.
The time is come to make thy yoke easy and burden few.For unto self, let thy desires look and see.
Thinkest thou that such emotions make thou tough? Showing from wherein thy strength came..Even this is nought and not enough as the soul hardly never remaineth the same.
Three score and ten years; isn't this how long we all spend, so why keepeth thy spirit sour. Sour with rules, hate and blame that none can defend.
Dear earthling! Let this foolish darkness only last till the ninth hour. Therein its stop be the ginning of Liberty's bend".

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Deluxe sonnet, sincerely I am hearing that for the first time. Still, a poem painting the vanity called life.