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I feel every lions strength

I hear every patients breath

I taste the salt of sinful tears

I touch the face of wasted years

caress my indignity

refresh my chalice void of greed

distance between want and need

I despise choices of sanity

here in my hell I dwell ever well

here in my shell I am well breathing hell

flames scorch my skin of sanity

flesh peels reveling calamity

lost normality

false generosity

blank society

entranced by the insane me

death to the creature who crawls through my inner tomb

a parisitic egoist arrogant when inside its womb

powerless and fearful when encapsulated

a drowning pool of tidal woe surges out from its broken dementia

in turn the same flames my withered soul has ate

its unbridled

its now free

and whence it dies

the formerly encapsulated being can wither

I rely on no new sustenance

penance for parasitic inclination

painful dissonance

rest easy in a feast of fear

the parasites host has consumed his burden to bare