War in the floorboards of modern culture
Neutrality a dancing clown
Protect yourself in blue green walls
Sartre
My skin is art
The soul needs religion
Nausea then peace
I wake up sweating
My libido dries like a cold night
Everything stripped away
Appeal seems like a child
The ego relinquishes denominations
Great fragments become form
Love seems like deep purpose
Candles of prayer light my path
Beauty reflects eternity
I see the exit
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