A lonesome man, resting abandoned,
As you glimpse at him, you pity him so,
But do you know the sins he perpetrated,
Do you know the hearts he obliterated?
Seldom such scenes, often provoked sympathies,
But do you know how he led to melancholies,
Assumption of an aura so piteous,
We forget to see the turpitudes committed,
Now he sits brooding like an empty dream,
Knowing no path, no journey, no congruence it seems,
Remorse walks towards him now,
His immoralities have come to culmination now,
The brevity of the situation is,
He does not know the corollary yet!
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