The Cold Light at the End
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This is the bleakest, darkest poem I've ever written. I suppose the reader is left to wonder if it is really about the Antichrist or just about a man going insane. Actually its really about a man going insane. (But is there more to it than that? Has he transcended insanity as he sought to do? Maybe.)
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