what is this new madness? on it comes.
panic, whose blood runs cold.
fear not this raging madman, evil incarnate.
first on one side then the other.
i hate him worst of all.
as if I stand on some tall beacon, I see it draw near.
on it comes.
abhorrence, whose blood boils in the vein.
you hate me worst of all.

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