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I thirst for a fever to fuel the lantern of hope that surges through my soul.  I salivate!  Lick my chops to moisten lips.  The assassin’s touch has nestled on my soul beckoning me to wander to drift through the sterling fields of solitude.  I move on certain to find a key to paradise.

Only to unlock a door leading to chaos.  Saunter through the smoke thick with night.  I force myself entering through darks stares.  I pass into anarchy quite aware yet not seeing the passport through to eternity.

I falter.  I can not walk!

I collapse on the barb-wired pestilence that pierces my exposed naked heart.  The wines of Paradise flow over my wounds.  They sting with bitterness; reek of false morality.

I crawl!  I am spit upon by madmen.  Lucifer stood over me; snake tongue slithering towards me.  I struggle; rise desperately; pull free from the melancholy.  Oh, Jah! Why?  I scream?  Why? Why? Why?  WHY?

I always wonder.  Camouflage fancies puddle my delight and fire into ecstasy.  I pass through darkness to sip of wine of paradise.  Called a sinner; a pagan.  I scoff at labels.  Perhaps I am.  Who’s to say?  An opinion rendered from every side.  No use denying.  The accuser will stand before me.  He may accuse and look me in the eye.  Just scream heathen in my face.

Liar, I whisper unable to muster the strength for full voice.  Liar! You can not be true!

Of course not.  The prosecutor stands over me.  I but smile; feeling somber.  There’s no use for fear.  Cowardice is a waste of time.  I must extend; expand; move beyond this domain.  I stagger along the path; reaching; looking; searching for the rainbow leading to the other side.