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This is my greatest inequity

My isolated perserverance

The essence of my insanity

This is my deliverance



The dwindling whispers of love's enigmas

Are not in the obscurity of life's hopeful light

But are placed safelt in the clearness of the dark's dogmas

These beliefs are held sacred in the oblivion of the night



My soul is a sweet pandemonium

AN extravagant and grandeur paradox

That is incarsirated in an infernal asylum

My own imprisonment is my dementia praecox