Burn down the little rings of sanity

of sanitary

Burn out fast, scratch sulfur

ignite and then we're gone.

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Languish in the filth of mental waste

that left-over hoar of deadened thought

and thus perceive enlightenment

smothered beneath rot, staring sky-ward

and even the skies are sooty

now-a-days and yesterdays

to all the days that follow hence.

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The wheel of the year is a circle

forever and ever with no end

and no beginning.

Defying the right (rite of) to rise-from-ashes

to pursue the American dream.

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Born dirt-poor

die filthy-rich

and be returned to the dirt and the filth

mind filled with such.

The world is dirt and we are dirt

and so all return unto it.

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So the only way is to

(brace yourself)

strike your mental-match and end it.

Detonate and blow their minds

and in explosion see in technicolor.

Baptism by fire.