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I meditate and let it marinate, personal terror state,
Tear my face off preparing dates, daring to stare at fate,
No scaring hate, the same way no one can delegate,
Shoulders to carry straight if ever they bare a weight,
I square away serenades, let them go where they may,
Ferry them through my mental state, aching to vegetate,
Regulate how waves create, when and where they break,
Resonate within myself, aware I can speculate,
All the tests I take, how will I do in the finals,
Trials a lifestyle bridles to cover the miles,
Coupled with stress I make, and some delusional idols,
Contusional cycles are bound to be removing my spinal,
Where no light goes at times like a primal albino,
Or dead wino in a dumpster in an alley that I know,
Psycho introspective worries are giving me eyefuls,
Of a madness never mindful of finding images frightful,
The sickest of visions manifest, foaming to cap a crest,
Spill over decks, silent innocence only a massive wreck,
Of flotsam flecked with ripped flags and tattered flesh,
Battered fresh for the scavengers to grab and ingest,
I drag my arm back, lash out and stab at the chest,
Of my attacker, gash a cavern in it's ravenous breast,
And snatch a lantern, get to moving, get my abacus set,
An analyst damaging cannabis till just ashes are left.