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Paranoia


I have accepted my judgement;

That these acolytes have thrusted upon me;

They need not any hammers;

As their vision penetrates my skin;

As their minds grasp my very essence;

Constantly electrocuted;

I only have the hate;

They have given me;

I only have the insecurity

They have shown me;

Where to go? 

For I am not lost;

I am only beginning.

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