Unarranged, the sensations
Suck by my senses to
My "faulty sensory perception".
Within, further confusion,
The sense of humour
Disarranging.
From the core
The sense of sny
Deranged.
O wretched man that I am!
Who shall deliver me
From this body of death?
If what I need is a Deliverer
What I gain also
Is a Master.
If what I need is an Escape
What I gain
Is also a Lord.
If what I need is a Resource
What I have
Is a Head also.
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