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Obfuscation is freedom
Dancing in the chaos of a storm
Confusion is the bright light that draws you
Down dark alleys into the Eye
where everything is calm
and Horrible and still
and that absolute freedom weighs on you(us)
like a bunch of rotting skulls
All thought has left
you(me?)
This is my grace,
This is my prayer,
Dear God Im dying
Dear God Im lost
The night is close
The storm
The storm is raging