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You, the would-be devourer of all but your distorted reflection

You, the candle to my howling wind

Eternal, the prickled jester

Again, the thorned fool

Held in the pillory of ages

These jeers echo forever

You, the deer before my blazing high beams

Once for good measure, then circle back 'round again

Eternal, the prickled jester

Again, the thorned fool

Held in the pillory of ages

A destiny fit for your hatred

A portrait of hideous idiocy

On a loose nail above the hearth

Your God has resigned to suicide

And granted you recurring hatred

Seed of Narcissus, banished to obscurity

In a chamber of carnival mirrors

Ageless resolve

Denier of all

Be granted flame to the coals on which you fall

Let the heavens grant no relief

Amor fati

And to all apologists

Scraping through the ashes

Searching for the melody which excuses it all

That search will go on and on

Such work will be tiring and relentless

For all time