Josh Southern

Lobotomised Sane

His mind wept emptily, ghostly bare,
Half-alive he drifted unaware.
O what madness grips his devilish wits?
What disgraceful crimes this man commits
On evils very doorstep

We must cure this apocalyptic sin
Which hides and cowers from within,
An obedient pick will amend the soul

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