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My name is Spirit, and I need to take this off my chest

Mercês Mercês
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There was a time where they would complain about my crimes,

They would write essays for me, that were not this lime, but instead sublime;


I know I'm cursed, because they are always expecting the worse,

Some say I want them slugged, when instead I'm wanting them hugged,

That curse is upon me you see, cause it's not necessary to get them bugged, to have them unplugged;


Now that others have came, I'm inside a depression,

it's all fault of my obsession, I can't question,

that Blight is a regression, a transgression,

and I can't keep my discretion, because of such agression;


They would put me in the top, but now some say I'm going to drop,

There were always saying that I was strong, now I can't even accept the fact I no longer belong;


I have never had vision, therefore lacked precision and relied on indecision,

In such a condition, they removed my colision, and increased my imprecision,

Now they removed the footsteps, turning everything more complex,

Maybe soon I won't see even objects, how then will I torment my subjects?


Oh god what did I do to get so unloved by my beloveds?

It's time to rest, you see. Wonder when they will remember of me.

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