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The
world burns up around me.
An
actual apocalyptic fire
consumes the entire earthly domain.
And
I feel sad about it.
And
I feel guilty.
And
I feel pain.
And
I spend my days
feigning innocence,
and a bit of disdain,
for this is my way of coping
with
a life of guilt.
And
it is my one and only claim
through it all,
that I am innocent of it all,
that I am lost,
that I am insane,
totally
insane.
And
during the nights,
I conjure images in my brain,
to
kill the pain,
to kill the pain
of this maddening innocence
that I claim.
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