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When I left

People were talking.

Sent the dogs after me,

I heard their claws hawking.

From a hellhole hut of six feet twigs

I bark at them, pale humanoid twits.

Saw granite grind under their feet;

I've heard of mass-hypnosis

In the streets.

Blessed ravings!

My fortress!

Mad hatred!

Man with cigar said

"Bills are sainted"

Money he gave away was tainted.

-Kneeled in front of the buck.

Said it brings him lots of luck.

Hypocrites,

Your voices are wind!

Mediocre twits!

I'm free

Said in trust they were cemented

Told me I was fever scented.

Didn't believe, the bleeding pigs,

What they heard

From the hut of twigs.

Misanthrope,

People talk.

-Like creaks of frozen wood

Inside my rotten roof.

Blessed Ravings...

(I remember)

Silent sighs of suffocation,

Tombstones

-Cradles of the nations;

Dead leaders of meek...

When it's cloudy,

I can sleep.

Hypocrites,

Your voices are wind!

Mediocre twits!

I'm free