The complete disarrangement of all my senses, myself my I
Is threatened with the bitter sound of uncertain rumour
That possesses an urgency of unwillingness
An incomprehension of thought
The improvised mediocrity of relished indignity
Asinine questions, absurd and ludicrous probing
Accusations and primitive propensities
The deformities of exaggerated obscenities
That blame and brand myself my I as mad
They have stolen liars tongues
Apr 16, 2012
Apr 16, 2012 at 4:20 PM UTC
The complete disarrangement of all my senses, myself my I
Is threatened with the bitter sound of uncertain rumour
That possesses an urgency of unwillingness
An incomprehension of thought
The improvised mediocrity of relished indignity
Asinine questions, absurd and ludicrous probing
Accusations and primitive propensities
The deformities of exaggerated obscenities
That blame and brand myself my I as mad
They have stolen liars tongues
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