Stricken by lightning,
Bitten by lust,
I do what I say
And say what I must;
Meandering mothball,
Rolling to flame,
Burning to tallow,
Waxwork of shame.
I'm now inclined
To slowly unblend,
To run away screaming
From playing pretend,
Lying complacent
In a world built of lies,
I crave the replacement
Of unending skies.
Bitten by lust,
I do what I say
And say what I must;
Meandering mothball,
Rolling to flame,
Burning to tallow,
Waxwork of shame.
I'm now inclined
To slowly unblend,
To run away screaming
From playing pretend,
Lying complacent
In a world built of lies,
I crave the replacement
Of unending skies.
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