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Fractured out of time

in tune but out of mind

decayed and so sublime

this visionary fiend of mine

is it true to be

one step farther than I see

a taste of my supremacy

a taste so sweet and coppery

thrones of desperate contrivances

robes of trite malevolence

my scepter in a hand that wills its last breath to begin

to feel that superiority reigning within

the false ones die to me

all the better for them

withered is the status tree

withered is me

warped is my wretched dream

warped is my sense of me