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It's turning me inside out

These liquid thoughts aren't my own

To repossess my identity solid I must be again

Condemned to what they see

As the darkest and sickest depths of man

I feel pleased to urge my inner self

Usurp power

From their forthcoming rage

As the blind ones blood

Washes all filth away

Anthropomorphous

But not yet accepted

The whores of society I look upon

In disgust I'm going back to the asylum

Solo. Nielsen

Cracked open wide

The beauty in me folds out

My insight, your worst fear

Known reality collapse

I'll watch your eyes bleed

As we take away

From under my wings

You ascend the asylum

To be baptized in truth

Usurp power...

Anthropomorphous...