little world
in your sleep you were speaking
and I heard
your crimes are clear
your fate is near
the weird and worried are in a hurry
scrambling to stay on top of the mass of people
the pile of humanity
that leads down to the drowning and dead
underneath
in a wide open ocean of Chaos
some days you have no choice
you either scramble for the top
or lay back in the water
and try to go quietly
float off into the sheer mystery of death
You cannot silence me with sirens
You cannot make my mind shut down on cue
You can beat and drug and bug me
but in the end
I will defeat you
in a human court or God's... makes little difference to me
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