My Journey Through Haleth With The Gaurwaith

At some point, which I cannot recognize,
Came to be a war 'tween comradery and illicity.
Give as I might, I care not, but I digress, I am the leach.
I am, I despise.
But in this I find recognition.
Introspectively, I turn my gaze, seeking to change.
Outwardly I wish to view, and offer my counsel where it most suits.
And offer of support with a hope and grace,
Seems more effective than blatant rebuke.
More-over in the case where the critical stand the same ground.

In my periphery I note those of privilege,
Living in a facade of self-righteousness,
Surrounded by ramparts of hypocritical superiority.
And I realize, I have surrounded myself with self-servers.
Spinelessly snaking.
And where to? I have no distinct thought.
With these Gaurwaith, personal fault is non-existant,
And swift scorn is their sharpest blade.

So here I sit at a loss, and I guess all I can really say is,
"Grow up... and fuck you."
 
I guess you ought to help more and pine less. People have difficulty interpreting and understanding their death anxiety. We live and die moment by moment, tell them not to assume the corpse pose.
 
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