The burning sensation will find you eager
To shake the flames in a drunken stagger
To find all a while you've been mis led
The thoughts in your mind are raped and twisted
Your mind struggles to elevate
And thoughts find no way to collaborate
The snearing voice tries to win
The Other voice points out your sins
In a mind which is filled with senseless laughter
and you cannot tune out the evil one's chatter
Fog and smoke fill your mind like a gaseous pollution
Now youre locked in a mental institution
Your eyes open for one final glance
Just before a jolt to your brain leaves you in a trance















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~ For I am the first and the last
I am the venerated and the despised
I am the prostitute and the saint
I am the wife and the virgin
I am the mother and the daughter
I am the arms of my mother ~
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Francesca Kae Radosta
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Francesca Kae Radosta
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