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The following work was sent to us from a patient via the federal mental asylum in North Carolina....
Ghastly fiend she is, Deceitful and devious With the spirit of Satan Flowing through her ice veins Not to ever be trusted Never to be loved She is called the Female, And she is someone to avoid. The sun turned black The air turned to water The fallen came to life And the living dropped dead twice. They say that man reached the stars I say that man has not progressed since He came out from the primordial waters The cockroach existed before him; The cockroach will exist after him. His achievements are blackened By the evil his soul commits Against Mother Nature and life itself. Do I mind living in a padded cell With a straight jacket? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Does the fish with the dark blue lips mind Being stolen from the watery depths And suffocated to death on the damp floor Of an expensive boat? In my dreams I am somebody I am in control I am happy Here comes the dreamer, dressed in black With white suspenders, a smirk on his face Here comes reality, dressed in black With no suspenders, a tear from his eye. What do I really mean? All of you doctors cannot fathom the truth, So you hide behind your man-made logic And technology. I am the hermit I am the walrus- Yes, I am. And you are the fool hanging upside-down Laughing at the wind. Once, when I had dreams And goals And friends And a job And a house And a family And a personality And good looks And money And power And a great sense of humor And a life I took it for granted, and now I am stuck here, in a padded cell, Swallowing pretty little pills three times a day With nurses and doctors telling me things I Do not comprehend for I do not speak their Language- the language of the infidels. The Master has returned All hail the Master For he is the one who will save us From this tragedy called Reality. The Master has died All hail the Master For he is the one who will disappoint us And never return again. |
