Families abandon us
The gibbering dregs
The delusional wretches
Sterile confines close in
Oh but the sun is bright
Oh but the moon does call
These jailers press upon us
A horrible sanity
A terribly clarity
We howl in protest
Bang upon the walls
Slam against the doors
Our delusions torment, yes
But still it is better
But still I fear it less
If any we pray for obscurity
We flee from reason
We reject reality
So sad and frightening and perfect…
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