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Sacrificial Sanity (Free verse) by Twisted Wizard
Each and every day it withers away, Like a diseased old oak tree. I cower from this inevitable fact, It is the safest thing I can do. Hour after hour and day after day, I sacrifice a little more of my sanity. Giving more of my patience, Eats away at my soul it does. I take one look at this disgusting society, Only to find that it rots me away nevertheless. Creeping inside me,through my abused nerves, A time bomb waiting to explode at the next repulsive act. And now you ask, am I insane? Take a look around you, now you know. This neuralgia seeps its way into my brain, Causing me to snap and make others pay. Pay in threefold for stealing my sanity.... my stability. For driving me to the brink of insanity. Everywhere I turn I see another, Someone else to cheat me. All this pain and sacrifice only to end up nowhere, I now spend my days locked in chains, fading away, At least I am at ease. At ease from those who punished me indiscriminately, Showed no care, no remorse for my tortured soul. Inside I slowly die,waiting for the next life, Only to unfortunately get stuck in this hellhole. I will never again feel sane, For I have sacrificed it all and will do so in endless agony.

Up the ladder: Theology
Down the ladder: love

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Arithmetic Mean: 3.7272727
Weighted score: 3.7501643
Overall Rank: 13521
Posted: April 30, 2002 8:36 PM PDT; Last modified: April 30, 2002 8:36 PM PDT
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[n/a] Bachus @ 24.126.113.154 | 11-Sep-02/2:31 AM | Reply
i'm on to you! and i'm not saying what i know or how much i got for it? why do you talk to your penis so regrettably?. burn with magnifying glass. poke the poodle. you have terrible taste in pasta , and your mom drank all my beer. herpes will be your down fall(faggel the proud) if not a well necked chicken bone. good luck.! puppet of love. michael jackson's soiled rhinestained glove....RUN! RUN! YOUR TITS ON FIRE! EVACUaTE.... CHECK YOUR CLEFT FOR MOTHER..false alarm ...you're my hero......zero!
[6] emman @ 213.101.107.112 | 19-Sep-02/9:22 PM | Reply
I think it is a really good poem...keep up the good work

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