In the crisis of identity
One discovers a polarity
And a kind of singularity
Of dualism shall be reached.
In youth there is decrepitude,
In age vitality exude,
No one is clothed more than the nude,
No virtue can be unimpeached.
Ultimately cataclysms
And the ever-growing schisms
Betwixt a plethora of -isms
Prohibit truth from being leached.
Overuse of
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