Rigorous and treacherous, he's utterly reprehensible
His actions and his words were mirrored, however indispensable,
A priority in private, but a stranger to the world,
His faults were never sheltered; they're constantly unfurled,
By definition he was a sinner, but his eyes claimed him a saint,
The demons of his muddled past had him perpetually in restraint,
Being frequently surrounded left him feeling isolated,
While the changeless atmosphere kept notion he was violated,
With every new day that passes he is on the brink of his new threshold,
And every night that sets upon him his loneliness grows by tenfold.
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