There goes the line, and it to be is so
That it become, the mark, this so to say
Is so to speak, I pray, and way to go.
The last line, out of question, goes to way.
To be by that become, I stand here viewed,
And nude, Thou precious Lord of mine,
Though, thee, my audience, the nude
Examines desirously as bottom line.
And, keep, one says, your glory and your state,
'Tis atmosphere, the keeping of the play.
Though, there, My Lord, I truly made a gate.
And damned to be I face another day.
Discuss, discuss, the life of ours says.
My Lord, that line, may child and future bless.
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This is a Shakespearean sonnet, also called English sonnet. So, the form fits the message.