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Mystery surrounds me as I walk in this suspense,
This cloud of fear I live in also acts as my defense.
I can't even walk a meter without my heart aflame,
And as my anger burns you, I look for one to blame.

I trip on my shortcomings as I point out all of yours,
I bet talking to me is becoming quite a chore.
My head is the punch bowl the sich drink from with their lips,
This germ-infested wasteland is heading for a crypt.

Lacking basic goodness, I nullify myself,
As I open up the Bible and ask God to steal my wealth.
Though my human instincts aren't dead and sinfulness remains,
My irritating notions get defeated by the slain