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In twisted realms where shadows dwell,Where beauty hides in depths of hell,A lunatic's verse, chaotic and wild,Unraveling secrets, the mind beguiled. The beauty of evil, a devil's dance,In crimson hues and wicked trance,A symphony of darkness, oh so sweet,Where the heart's desires, cruelly meet. In wicked whispers, the sirens sing,Their melodies, a poisonous sting,Enchanting souls, with twisted delight,Drawing them closer, into endless night. But beware the horrors that good conceals,In virtuous masks, its darkness reveals,For behind its facade, a tempest roars,Unleashing chaos, on distant shores. The righteous path, a treacherous maze,Where innocence crumbles, and purity decays,In the blinding light, sanity breaks,As saints and angels, their true nature forsake. Madness weaves through the poet's ink,Words unhinged, on the brink,An orderly chaos, a paradox true,A fanatical dance, for me and for you. For what is beauty without its stain,Or goodness, without a tinge of pain?In the lunatic's verse, we find the truth,That chaos and order are bound, uncouth. So let the lunatic's pen dance and sway,Revealing the darkness in the light of day,For in the clash of beauty and horrors untold,A symphony of madness, the poet's mold. ~ legendary_awesome