| The plague that spreads through word
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| Little seed in the virgin soil,
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| Among the other toys
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| First swig, immediate daze
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| Then the visions, cosmic high
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| Upwards. |
| how terrific. |
| I am immortal. |
| I am omniscient
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| (and now I’m falling down. terrific into terrified,
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| There’s nothing waiting for me down there)
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| Assuming control. |
| blurry sight. |
| distorted voice.
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| Unnatural movements, false motions
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| You are now way beyond reality.
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| You are now rushing towards the stars
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| A moment of inspiration. |
| of relief. |
| the target is fraudulent
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| Yes! |
| Now you know, you have always known, haven’t you?
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| Fed by the poison — its favorite treat
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| The ambrosia divine
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| Adrenaline shot, an urge for the action
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| You need to act to feed it.
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| Feelings. |
| thoughts. |
| emotions — the fodder
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| How come you don’t have it, everyone has it
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| Cursed are those who reject it
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| Come on. |
| let me tell you about the wonders it works
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| YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO OBJECT. |
| YOU CANNOT.
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| You’re lying. |
| you’re dying, you keep on hosting.
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| It feeds on your last breath
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| It dies with you.
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| You’re going nowhere…
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| And now it is dark. |
| And you see no more. |