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MAD- My Abysmal Dilemma

To which part of me is called sanity, I wonder
When the ocean of my eyes swept away the thunder

The lightening which strikes the might of your pride,
shall no longer concede

For the beauty is not thy eyes I seek; but the black heart in thee
Against me which conspired the treachery-o-wild of all time
Yet I confide mine trust in thee

Lost the battle and war; the storm which swayed all
Everything except thy memories took the fall

A desert so calm then, now a ground for hell
Heaven or Earth no way to dwell
But in thy hell stays the ruins of mine and the devil resides,
The vows of thy and mine shall be attained well.
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