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These thoughts like manacles heavy hang

The truths so few can see

Parade themselves in mocking glory

Drown me with their words

As I in ineffectual speech

Drag them toward the light

And deflated watch them dissipate

To leave me standing stranded exposed

Naked in my humiliation

Eyes turn away as none can see

The spectres on my shoulder

Their whispers impish on the wind

False hope they scatter seeds to grow

But on my weightless shoulders pull

And welcome me towards the tree

The final truth to know.