That illness in the mind, too strange,
What on earth is he doing in a cage?
Is his fortune been sold,
Or is he too old?
There was a route too quick,
To the very occurrence of sick,
I can not complain,
And too so main,
There was a man who wanted Space,
To be married to a female in case.
He lives in the silence
To be dead and in presence
There was a sacred man of the East,
Too specially placed with the best
Of the best who care
For those who dare
There was a soldier of the gallant dress,
Bringing hope of victory to bless,
When he was aware
Of a secure scare
Hundreds of joking hatred gathered together for everlasting stay,
Two hundred were solidly in love with themselves,
Three thousand voices were heard.
A crowd must be heated in straight affairs
Five devils are four demons,
Said the living ones in the wastes of MisterLand.
Demon and devil cost us lives,
In this Unity and Justice we call the Earth:
Anybody likes it if the rest don't,
The opposite of lads and the future of lasses,
Like the beds of flowers with the look of trees,
I thereby sign the quest as an objective that defies
A colour and fountain which has given us all,
Given us all the powerful paper and above,
Enough would be said as super are people.
The weird disease is upon us and livers are loving their goals,