Eighteen miles down the wrong road,

Trying to see something real.

Climbed the wrong beanstalk

In search of the purest drug.

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Inside the birdcage

I found nothing but fear.

The saint in my head

Turned braincells to ash.

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A revelator came to town.

He showed me something real.

I saw the hawks fall to the ground.

I saw hellhounds ablaze.

I watched the Tabernacle crumble.

I watched the crowns melt.

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One life changed in the Milky Way.

The introspective lashings vanished.

Cicadas ceased their buzzing,

A burdensome variation.

My necessary evolution.