“I’m picking up my pieces, i am troubled. this lie…
is a puzzle where i piece together my sad portrait
my mind is the rotten underground
this mix in which principles are intertwined is only
a convict who is incarcerated in a prison that is me
body movements in a prison suit
everyone ridiculed us, oh so sick, my insides twist like the mobius strip
i put my ears to my inside
the three-way talk between me myself and i that i always ignored
the angel of the world who appeared after falling due to false good and evil.
i twist
i was blind.
the two eyes that are gallant about reality trick me.
i open my third eye and so it appears clearly…”

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