I want to sleep
But my Brain is on Fire
Thoughts of Evil
Like a funeral pyre
People tell me
I'm Insane
to Complain
about a Cubibcle Jail
and a Demon in my Brain
Beat them 'round the Neck
'til the Losers understand my Pain!
In your ancient face, Shakespeare!
I'll try to sleep again. Honest.
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