A degraded creature
Lies debased before the world

Its every wound is probed
By careless fingers

If the world
Were beautiful
We'd have saved it by now

This blind, unreasoning force
And the submission
Of all men and things to it
Is expressed in the ways of the world

I emerge from a fit
Of abstraction

(scream)

I am little short
Of insane

I
Will touch
The face

Of the earth
To see
If it's real

I participate
In all the glory
Of the universe

That wraps
Its gloomy mantle
Around us

I carry
Within me
The deathless worm
Of suspicion and doubt

A wail from which
Everything human
Seems
To be blotted out

Unconscious
In a raging fever

(scream)

I am little short
Of insane

I
Must touch
The face

Of the earth
To see
If it's real

Cursed with the burden
Cursed with the burden
Cursed with the burden
Of existence

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