My convoluted dreams entwine,
to the poignant point of abundance.
Demons scream malignant screams,
though they are nothing; stigmatic substance.
I oppress my fears and doubts,
and mingle in a social spectrum of lies.
Vicarious conservatism has possessed us all.
The precious weep, and the Holy cries.
Androgynous though you may find me,
an adversity, a reproductive stagnation,
I am not at all liable,
for contemporary impregnation.
My abstinence, my "abstained" celibacy,
restricts tomorrow's frivolities.
For with rationed reproduction,
reaps marginalised minorities.
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