My feelings are like poisonous rods,
Feeding a chair and table to my room.
Why do emotions shatter the mind?
The distress is of emotional disaster.
I have commentary about ghosts slithering,
I stay unfocussed begging for more knowledge
And common sense, these phantoms carry
Electric discharges snatching like tentacles of terror.
My soldiering is quiet, commoners gather and betray,
Like the pattering and pestering rain, the ideal
Heroic beat of sacred water; so find the well gifting
Agony on years of your time that hurls fiction.
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