Serapin, the night
Crosses my mentality as such
An end to her pain
Is the start of my mask
Which slips ever slowly
Down your brain.
Sometimes the festival hurts,
But now it’s pure bliss
A feeling unknown to God
Yet speculated as His source
But nope,
The only God is truth
And the truth is that there is no God
But still we prey 
On the heretics
The blashphemes
The mites
Stomp stomp stomp
Is crushed no leaving
The truth waits for me--
Not my mind
It twirls
It swirls
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