A study in a game of marbles...

After

Everyone else goes nuts

Their eyes begin to see false lights,

Their tongues speaking horrible things

To the twisted ears will be like copper rings.

A subtle change in everyone's face -

Bloated chimera of commonplace 

Madness preying on its herd.

Blood disenfranchised of its salt...


After it all becomes daily routine...
What will become of sin?

What'd you figure, my silent friend,
Whom would  you rather call mad?


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