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Title: The ultimate triumph of evil over good I'm currently caught in conscious bullshit, A commoner constantly optimistic. Weaving webs in a caustic vision, Twisting threads cautiously out of diction, Creating chronicles of conversation, a clear path skewed by circumscription... A lineal verse – Jagged, with optic schisms, A mind imprisoned, bending light, blinding prisms, Enshrining dark, but the bulb sparks satire... Garments soaked in Fat Tire, a soul exuding sapphire, I wear fatigue as attire – Camouflaged emotions, My inside immersed; guzzling my synagogue by oceans... A league of extraordinary wants and needs, I'm so confused, a sober mind taunts and pleads, But I'm so consumed, only never by a pew on knee, My hue glows deceit, immorally bingeing with no retreat, Submerged in the lost and found; concealed receipt, No return from the pilgrimage, but I recede, Ironic because... The liquor increased, The sky dive bends. The binge plunge repeats... I lead a happy life, no holy guidelines, Only two prints in the sand as I struggle straight lines, I may have black balled my wife, maybe mumbled hate crimes, But never stumbled so low as to berate and patronize, I'm young and recognize the pearly gate's disguise, I despise Satan's kind, and the narrow path just ain't mine. So I lead a happy life, no holy light to shine, Sipping liquor til the liver quivers un-primed, I designed MY life; I'm happy despite, Scarred tissue being killer, but I'm fine inside, It's funny... They say, there's no good in evil, Yet my demons... They make me happy and peaceful.
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