Murkier the penance gets,the balls seem to roll forever
You will someday fight the extreme nonchalance of my opaqueness
Only to return defeated,yet frivolous in divided surrender
Smile,when you find me in an asthmatic fit of obscure nihilist designs
And see the deep scars on my moon while you dream
Our woolen blankets,our saviors,are damp with fright
You will know i am the acid man
When i will peek through the glass walls of your cathedral.
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