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Exhibition of nightmares

The wind howls in endless corridors

Ethereal hatred, repugnant malice

Reigning in mind, mottled with sores

Nails dig into palms of the hands

When I clench them into the fist

What a strength I feel, what a might

Dreaming of my retired retaliation night

Sociopathy reaches dizzying heights

I incarnate the imminence

Come drink from my bowl of gall

And die out because of my odium

The chains of human existence painfully fetter me

Drive me distracted

Puppets disguised with ignorance

Pompously talking about intelligence

Nails dig into palms of the hands

When I clench them into the fists

What a strength I feel, what a might

Dreaming of my retaliation night

Falling in seductive deeps of silence

My perfect world without souls

Without your voices, problems, fear

My sanity's deserted halls gently cradle me