Sweet Insanity Poem by Champion Chris

I've been sent to this place, up on the hill
For those people, who are terminally ill

I look around, is this the place?
Where the insane, find divine grace?

My vision is foggy, that medication is working
My spasms seem to be less jerking

My muscles contract, bones split in twain
But the pills have silenced, the burning pain

Insanity, is this the gift?
That God may arise me, eternal lift?

My eyes now see, sixty-four dimensions
Even jealousy is a funny suspension

Why do you laugh at me? You made me this way
Laugh all you want girl, i'm always eager to play

I am condemned because my ways are sickly
You will not enjoy this, but it will be over quickly

I'm not going to hurt you, or help you up
I'm gonna sit here, and sip from this cup

Don't you understand? My heart's defense is stronger
You can't hurt me now baby, This is Sparta!