Doomday's Cracking and 10/10's Whirling

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Insanity's jack-knifing the back of my eyes.
Fear is pacing through the gutters.
Anxiety's wishing me a sweet death.
Hope and Less consent to ring.
Bliss is out of your mind and across the ocean.
Wit is dialing the only number it knows.
Agony is setting the fortunate down.

Glitter never looked so raw,
As compassion breaks the dam.
Play me a tune on your broken soul
And in my misery, the final line I will draw.





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