Insanity.

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Blood red rain, inside my head

Form pools where sanity has fled.

Screaming putrid, moaning ghouls

Play mindless games with fatal rules.

Butchered priests wave hand-less arms

While rotting whores dispay their charms.

Crippled Jesters, grin and dance

As long blind gamblers take their chance.

Politicians, fat with vice

Give gin soaked judges bad advice.

Starving children, beg for aid,

From barbed wire cages parents made.

I swim within my poisoned bile

Condemned and sentenced without trial

I scream for help from all creation

Knowing there is no salvation.

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Owain Glyn

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