| As a pristine cupido she dwells in her abode
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| A repellent nimbus secures her scarcely uncouth brains
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| Thither goes my sanity !
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| The narcotic deluge leaves me in parched dismay
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| Whilst I realize the nigh vortex only from afar
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| Led astray to dance like a wincing spasm
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| I am trying to elude the roaring maelstrom, drawing nearer
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| I tumble and fall into my unfathomed mind
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| Thus it has finally arrived
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| My reckoning moment of truth
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| And I am willing to do penance
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| In every wish you speak
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| In every thought you think they hide
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| On every move you make
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| On every breath you take they ride
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| They are the pupils of Great Mistress Nausea
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| They are the children of dementia
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| If children they are …?
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| Her unhinged kinship entices my abysmal zest
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| As with diligence I ascend the close apex
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| She will harass again!
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| … mother? |