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I guess it is only in my dreams

which I am set to peace.

Decayed morality set in conventional wisdom

makes me what?

The cries ripped from my throat after

years of torture

are nothing compared to the gutteral

noises erupting inside my head

at an excrutiatingly painful decibal.

Once you see through the walls of ego

and look behind the innocent mask,

you see what I truly am; dead.

I was burned at the stake for my sins,

how about yourself?

Were you ever ripped from bliss and placed

in a madhouse?

Condemned to imprisonment in a world of deceit?

Unfortunately, you know not one thing about me,

therefore, your biased opinions and pretentious convictions

mean nothing.

Stop pretending I cared, because, truth is,

you know shit.