
Wind and rain
Pain of insane
Windmills clucking
The flat, green Netherlands
Catastrophic rainbows
Exploding on the edge of time
Acid traveling up my body
A morning jolt of burn
Dropping from a dream
And startled into reality
Light through the curtains
Thunder pounding the walls
The rain has subsided
Like the nervous acid traveling up my tubes
Why do I feel so tired and worried
The news is ghastly
Wearing me down
Sickening my soul daily
Why are some so hell-bent on hurting others?
Blackened seasoning rubbed on hearts
Cooked in that hell-bent hell
And I wonder if Hades has arisen here
The day is gray
My nerves hurt
I ponder the idiots
And their acid votes
Burning my throat.



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