My
beautiful,
sick,
and twisted,
lies,
feed the ego,
I try and run from.
No shade,
or conspiracy,
will confine the dark parts of my mind.
Instead,
the maddening hunger,
and power to drive the earth to its end,
support my maddening quest.
Bless,
this,
messy homicidal beauty pageant.
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