Catch 22, the demon with a wicked smile,
Mocks my every step, my pain to reconcile.
Twisted logic, an enigma, relentlessly bred,
Oh, how it fuels the fire of fury in my head
A vicious cycle, spinning endlessly around,
Where every action, consequence keeps astound.
To fight for survival, only to be denied,
A sick game of chance, where no escape is in sight.
For Catch 22, though mighty, its fortress will fall,
When anger's flame ignites a rebellion
No more shall it dangle my fate like a toy,
As I rise from this poem, with vengeance to deploy.
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