| Salvaging the remnants of my sanity
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| Staring back a tortured version of I used to be
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| Clock exhausts a minute nine
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| Soon I return to recesses of reality
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| I am a prisoner of my own mind
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| Soon I invite a never ending serenity of death
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| Bodies torn apart
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| The children burn
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| The dancing flames beckon me
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| Feasting on still beating hearts
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| Orgy atop the defleshed elders
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| Pain absorbed unwillingly entices me
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| Vicarious display of what I can never be
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| Lean to the left my purpose now defined
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| Epiphany bequeathed upon me
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| My mental state
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| A chosen trauma
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| Sweat cascades
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| Profusely
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| I shan’t resist the sadist’s siren
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| Wanton thoughts embalm me
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| All the years wasted
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| Serving the consensus
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| Hoping my reward waits in afterlife
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| Humans are voracious
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| Endeavors are contentious
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| Never to obey and be patron to a lie
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| Now refute me the ills of my philosophy
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| Exist in the act of the theater of the absurd
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| A world without hate
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| Connotates the irony
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| Causing misery and feel the remorse
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| The visitant
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| Lies
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| Greed
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| Envy
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| Sloth
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| One cannot survive
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| Without the other
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| All the years wasted
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| Serving the consensus
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| Hoping my reward waits in the afterlife
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| Sign of the time
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| Enslaves me
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| It traps me
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| Vicarious display of what I can never be
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| Moving to the left my purpose now defined
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| The epiphany bequeathed upon me
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| The visitant |