Lift the crusher
Onto my hands
Lift the hammer
Against the pane of my thoughts
Lift the hot iron
Press it to my eyes
I am become bitterness
A joyless creature
I have seen the infinite
I want none of it
It is chaos
Spinning terror
Behind the curtain
A boundless harmony of evil
A glimpse of the workings
The briefest catching of light on the puppet strings
All knowledge of its truth
Is gone as smoke through fingertips
Left is only the emotion
Of repulsion and overwhelming horror
Such demoniacal things
Hold our minds together
Our minds
Tiny copies of our universe
My greatest wish so altered, so wrong.
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