Possessed with hellish torment, He strides
Towards the bridge of the river of the mentally insane.
Out of countless battles of fraudulent behavior
Cometh out of His nostrils as He exhales.
Time has passed, mind halted.
Divided by witchery, He was faulted.
Solemn and still, He lay there unbothered.
Sipping His gin, His fathers’.
Enraged and engaged like His mother,
He squealed in dismay.
Down came the batterings on the wooden floor;
For He was of anger.
Shrouded and grounded, He awaits His end.
His lonely life, beautiful scent.
Debt on His part, a fool of reverent.
A fire around His body, a present.
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