Tortured by Righteous Verbosity

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Stripped by the consistency of your logic
Flayed by the certainty of your arguments
Imprisoned by your judgements
Inferiority grows with tidal wave intensity
Fed a diet of your perceptions
Thirst enraged with the heat of your certainty
Torture exquisitely calibrated
To maximize my inferiority
Brought before the bar of your verbosity
Judged by my hesitancy
Condemned by my lack of certainty
Sentenced
I stand unheard, unseen
Whipped by the ferocity of your righteousness
My self withdraws
Before the insistent infallibility of your views
Self hidden, waits
Bloodied and bruised
Will blossom in its beauty and integrity
In all my glorious uncertainty

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