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There is the shadow of god written in red ink

On my face, in eyes so alive

Behind the illusion is the stench of a devil

That upturns their noses

That furrows their brows

Something isn't quite right, something is awry

But a finger can't be laid on the inconsistancy

Best then to stay away

Best then to keep replies brusque

Best then to let the devil grow

And let the red ink god be consumed

And the sanity left to crumble away