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Quissidelan

A psyche to that of a tail
                    Fray of fevered life
              To cling from haphazardly
            Atmosphere of neurotic sense
 
As a sensual feeling of mistrust
A degenerate madness to seep unto
Dipsomania a malignant disease
Claws to dig into this mind

  Fear of an unrelinquished sense
 Tear reason from its root
      Grow an animosity within its wake
         Segregate the sane from the questionable

   A drink of thought quenches the mind
Shot of data to inspire few
  Few that would make considerable difference
To drag and tear this pride from me

    Rip my fangs from my muzzle
         Scorch my tail in flames of hate
     Lap my blood hidden in my veins
             Masticate my soul as ravenous force…….

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