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Eden claims a bountiful wealth,

though it’s divined from the expelled.

Hell is a garden of apple trees

with one roped off from the tramps underneath.

Leave me in the lurch;

the wilderness tempts me to attend its church.

Turned my back on the sun,

underwhelmed and overcome.

A skin to shed,

a change to dread.

Remove the head,

destroy what’s left.

Swapped out for a ram.

Goddamn it, I don’t understand.

The fair cruelty of random chance

enlightened the vagrant by happenstance.

Considerate, but terrified.

I know you are, but who am I?

Success for nought,

still can’t switch off.

The crowd applauds

the wrong facade.

I’m a dyed in the wool

boy who cried wolf.

GO!!!

My head is swimming

‘cause I’m too scared to sink.

Out of sync

with everything.

I’m a dyed in the wool

boy who cried wolf.