what a vicious disease
and it drives me insane
it robs me of life
still i fear death
the absence of living
the imposed silence
drafts me a future
unfinished, undone
i'm horridly morphed and
can't remain afloat
i can't stand the prophet
but i can't stand the pain
i can't stand the hate
the judgement, the power
even those who send love
feel like enemies now
i don't understand it
and i don't know how
blow through this mist
flow down the drain
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