Phase-shift my mind, turn exterior diamond-lined
Waiting to thrust my knuckles inches deep inside
Enemies emanating enmity, await my coming time
I'm letting loose frustration as it's bubbling high
Like a cellar never opened, secrets deeply stored
Like a hidden stone capturing a sacred sword
Like a piece of perfection to never be restored
My heart is sore.
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