The pureness of it’s potency constantly afflicts
I must calm myself and allow it to pass
The torment of it, indefinitely lasts
My heightened senses oppose my will
I want to rationalize; I constantly ritualize
It is hard to see, but in the pathways it lies
Warfare rages on behind the eyes

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