Its fears have feverishly unfolded
The speculation of vindictive specters
And the enduring embrace of darkness
Rise to impossible depths
Certainly the suffering is more and will be
When in it finds monsters in mere mortals
When desperation is in the usual routine
Purge this mind in the fountains of folly
Let the lunacy return ,let it fill to full
There is a tranquility in the madness
A sacred severance from all
That they call and proclaim as sense
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