My hands warp and writhe

Fabricated conspiricies consume my mind

Sinister notions deafen my perceptions

What lurks in the corner what will i find?

Misfortune haunts my core

It is something that i adore

I cause fatalities that make me laugh with glee

In a trance a hypnotic verse that terrifies me

And yet somehow seems to quieten the dispair

Still a lingering anger permiates the air.



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