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I am the desire of wretches once proud,
I dwell in sewage with the impaired,
The influence of my disgust excites,
Drunk in the knowledge of despair.

Fortune, belittle me,
I am a simple man.

There is no doubt you'll follow me down,
You are pathetic in your reason.

We can stagnate, composing sermons,
My house is open to all,
And will you slip the grasp of all your animosity?
No!
Wallow with me and fall.

You follow with your blindness in perfect line,
Search for meaning in these calcine fumes,
Holding your hands up to a burning sky,
The pleading only bleeds contempt in your eyes...
...and your heart.

Misguided minds,
Asinine pretence,
They walk on fault lines in droves,
I dream they reap the shame of all there fake lucidity,
I feel nothing at all.

Fortune, belittle me,
I am a simple man.

Fortune, abandon me,
Do as you always have.

My blistered thoughts, construct these prisons,
Mortars suffused with my guilt,
These hooks they drag me to the depths of my depravity,
Surge!
As I drown in my soul.

I relish harm, tormented visions,
I dream you crawl to your facade,
Your amour's frail with the lies you tell yourself again,
Now!
Wallow with me and fall.

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