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Bed-shackled, I am stuck

Incense caresses me, rituals incite laughter

In blissful impunity, I abide endlessly wishing

I refuse to tell everyone the truth

I refuse to deceive

Keep reading the words from the old wise book

Make a squint to look more menacing

Sing a little, gestures are useful

It only irks me, my soul needs nothing

And suddenly something nudges me

My hands yank the chain

A wave rushes into my brain

Blood splashes from my wrists

The crackle of steel cuts between the verses

Everything floats and spins gracefully

The chain spins around like a sharp sword

Splintered wood from the bed glares like bullets

The wise men stand dully, nothing comes out of their mouths anymore

The carousel of death speeds up in the mist

It lowers slowly and looks into the eyes

Of saviours in cloaks who whispered spells to me

Now ripped to pieces, they just whine

In a stupor they die under the iron fist

Soon there is silence, everything hushes down neatly

Shreds of bodies on walls, slowly flowing in surprise

Now torn to pieces they only groan

Soon the silence settles in

Shreds of bodies on walls, slowly flowing in surprise

And the demon in my head whispers

defiantly