The pain living inside of me welcomes no laughter.
The red water running through my veins is hotter.
The real is missing, locked;wants to be outer.
Tell them,the smile you see,is the dark you see.
Tell them my body aches,calls for no form of jesters.
Tell them am real not,yet am within my sick health.
For every health,there is an "overcomer" death.
Weep not faithful, for they see not as I see.
Weep not,for if they see,they would submit to the sermon.
Sickness preaches in my body,embodying my spirit.
On a wheel chair myself i found;not for my cause.
But by law of cause and effect.
Sane in my insanity I bear.
Betray in my insanity I fear.
Astray to the worldly sanity I dare.
BELIEVE!
Pain within my flesh I feel.
Rain of discomfort,discomforting my spirit,I wish to seal.
Aim I am to get comfort,and wrap myself unto, I seek.
The owner of flesh and soul unto thy hand,help I seek.
IBN-MUSLIM
INKSANE
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