I hunger

My soul cries out for nourishment

The nightly hunger pains have built a path to insanity



For all around me

Is desolation

I have chosen starvation to clear my mind, soul, and vision



My vision sees the truth

It is better to be blind

It is better to be blinded by the smile of a pretty woman

And better to be drunk from the companionship of a brother



For I have seen the truth

And have weighed the facts

And I see the coming storm



Nourishment feeds the body

Companionship feeds the soul
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