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Amusing myself

Dullness I have endured

Gazing below

Spirit less realm

Expressing delight

Tails of the drowning rats

Halo of moon

In their pure faction

Cold grip of repose

Greeting an amenity

Cessation foretold

Remission of reality

Chanel not choice

Enthralled by impudence

Fickle humans

In excrement they vacillate

I want the world to know that I exist

I am afraid that the trust of me

Will be the fate of you

But it's worth the apples

Amidst the swine exists a god

The final name inside this notebook

It will belong to you

But we killed the boredom

I must protect my fledgling Utopia

I am the god...of this new world.