See through pain, see to Truth,
it's what the worst of us have no choice but to do.
When I crave the high I see others enjoying, I stage an uprising against all that is real.
I plot to paint an immortal mural using a mortal medium,
strokes placed by a petite blast in my psyche, a cheap knock-off of the nukes you got your hands on,
originating in the
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