Blasphemy

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I don't talk much anymore
But when I do, I'm called wise
Is that true?
I refuse to be put on a pedestal
Do not refer to me as the greatest
I only do what I can
And thankfully it helps people
Demons, wars, and evils
All inside of those who matter most
Twisted and asinine
How their words are gossiped about
But little did they know
Being normal now is more cryptic than insane ever was

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