The clarity of reality melts
Dissapates and precipitates
Precedes that which is felt
Breeding, bleeding, fleeting

Running in superlative vain
Among wicked sinners alike
And upon us lay our bane
We carry our own third reich

The malevolent demons await
Preparing our disasterous fate
As direful anticipations delay
And we squander the day away

Beneath the weary defense
There lays the lack of tense
A vicious, twisted oscillation
Day by day eats at foundation


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