denial is a blessing
mine never worked quite well
I know there is no heaven
I know there's only hell
reality oppresses
I can't escape my guilt
I see my every wrinkle
my house can't be rebuilt
I'm too aware of me
I know my every fault
I am my henchman's axe
I cannot call a halt
I envy every soul
that can deceive their mind
denial is a blessing
I wish that I was blind
Iguess that it's OK
I think I'll be alright
reality's a dog
and often in may bite
but then it wags its tail
and comes to lick my face
to run from it is nuts
and maybe a disgrace
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