It has always been a thief's mind,
That void which rests in your skull.
It begs you to take; it needs new emeralds
To hold its attention, to entertain itself.
But now, the world has run out of
Gems. To what will your thief's mind
Turn? If experience provides any
Wisdom, I know.
Yes, I know what your thief's mind shall do:
It will eat itself, and you will be gone,
Gone away to the bottom of this
Forgotten stomach.
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