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I no longer wish to face the constant flow of inventions flowing forth from your lips,
the lies a cloud of purple poison stretching in my direction,
incongruities bold as black print on plain white paper,
innocently unaware I see every falsehood you present
with an enthusiasm bolstered by the steadfastness offered
only, by a mind a touch deranged.