Along this strange venue I tread
Arcane a man of many
Concocted from what is deemed to be
The most unimaginable beliefs
Each direction guided by a thought
Happens to have a mind of its own
Conspiracies and schizophrenia harmonize
Like loved ones who’d never forsake I
One would gather that darkness
Is like an oblivious obscurity of validity
My brain has molded around that thought
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