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Wretched man expose you eyes - look at all you’ve come to despise - wretched man dispose of you eyes - so you can’t see what’s become of your lies - as they fester and decay into a slobbering manifestation of gray - like a golem made of clay - I was once a wretched being full of all and seeing everything for what I wanted it to be - all for me - I had my constant sympathy - wallowing in a archaic swamp of pestilence and valued mirth at other distress - until I was addressed - a piety I have won for he who spoke me away from gray and into the blackness I’ve always waited for - that light that shines in my eyes is one I could never hide it’s love inside shining, vibrant - guide up on a blood red tide of warmth and life - saved by an angel smiling - free - I have my new disease.