Brain is broken,
At least give a small token,
The moment I was awoken,
Was precisely the moment it was broken...
Living with disease, degeneration,
Became my permanent occupation.
This is what becomes of those
Receiving 'mental health services' attention;
Induct you into a ceremony of ritual degradation,
Tell you this is your whole life's Station,
Put you on toxic medication,
Self-fulfilling its own prophesy of invalidation,
Producing chronic deterioration,
Sending the bill to the nation!
But once, in ways that still require some adumbration,
In ways that escape those fools powers of concentration -
In fact, being sadly beyond ALL demonstration...
This is why I am now hell-bent fury of frustration...
appearing of 'madness' incarnation! -
Being unable to prove the cause of reparation
And achieve a modicum of just restoration -
But once, I assure you, I was the budding architect
Of my own soul's infinitely precious salvation!
Brain is broken,
At least give a small token,
The moment I was awoken,
Was precisely the moment I was broken...
Hark! When one is in a state of psychic perturbation,
Of intense inner concentration, she requires the most
Exceptional care and compassionate consideration...to give
birth to the next spiritual generation....her own personal
Christification...so next time, save this 'blitzcare' obliteration
and abomination operation or once more sentence your own
innocent child to an agonizing, life-long damnation, hearing,
hearing, and once again hearing its pitiful excruciating
lamentation!