Mad they called my insightful fit
so in this room they make me sit
the twisted images that before my eyes did parade
as if of Hell my mind were made
Reality, such a flimsy cover
taking life as a weakling lover
Endless screaming visions each night
a thankless war each day I fight
but one day soon Hades will have it's way with me
then where will their precious reality be?
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