Madness?
Madness screams through my soul
I’ve lost it, out of control
Waves of macabre and death
Have I lost it or just forgotten about the earth?
Living a fantasy and a dream
Or is it some sick scheme?
People are no sense, no passion
Individuals, on the same mission
Hypocrites, you all make me sick
One by one, on all of you I spit
Anarchy and freedom, a life I once knew
Locked away, the older I grew
Endless strife of unknown fate
Fed by greed, money to compensate.
poem by Douglas McAntagart
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