my demons envy me much.
yet I will not curse them.
a pi'ed piper, am I?
I play tunes to glorify Above.
I sing words to nullify below.
but I am surrounded by holes.
holes of irony.
holes of legislation.
holes of control.
holes in freedom.
holes in justice.
holes in normality.
the plane i strive upon is perforated.
'tis rarely is seen a game.
but aGain, it iz.
I only fill myself with Truth
by Truth
for Truth
and for me.
this outside world is untrue.
and the Truth will be told
by flames which will reveal
the Truth.
for what remains to be seen,
to be heard,
to be felt,
to be known,
to be real,
is Truth,
and Truth alone.
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