Am I the only twisted one, O one who sits in the ivory tower, brushing soft hair, and buffing unused armor.
Am I the only twisted one, for walking on the common street, for being of the common heap, for acting on the common dream.
Am I the only twisted one, my silent watcher, for obtaining what God has forbidden.
While you watch and I act, who is more twisted behind the others back.
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