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Not Madness but sex; Dammit

Not Madness but sex; Dammit.
It's Madness, utter madness!

Is what I want to cry
Yet the truth is further from that fence
Instead of a carnival of chaos, a circus of culture
We live in a bouncy castle
Up and down, up and down, with no elegance
Just going through the rhythms, with no meaning
A cheap porno, not a brilliant movie
Full of twists and turns
Like Usual Suspects meets Matrix
Rather than this awful uneventful Truman-Show.
Yes, I'm talking to you, you utter fool
What is your goddamn obsession with sex?
Can you not live it
Can you not keep a hold of yourself for one minute
Without telling the world
Spurting as much pathetic verse as bodily fluid you spill
Are you hurt?
Angered?
Upset?
Well, attack me and I shall rent you from existence
I'll kill you, a blade will stab you once
No more of those boring physical words
See what fluid flows then

And as I go mad in this world on my way to the loony bin
I cannot help but laugh and froth my mouth at you as I pass by
At least I have fury and passion, you have nothing.

How can there be a question of truth on such a decadent stage?

Love me, kill me, hate me, entertain me, even in fond frenzy fondling together start a fire with passion under the sheets, anything other than just talk of sex.
Written by Viddax (Lord Viddax)
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