They called me an in saturated madman born into fantasy in an abyss caged by ignorant thoughts
My non-masks replied, 'Yes that I am'
Yet my masks exclaimed, 'I am genius'
A falling comet before your kingdoms walls
And flames shall surround your disguises with my crater
I say to you, your knowledge is just in deepness of ignorance as mine [agnostic]
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