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This is a poem from the heart.
The voice of light impels wisdom, while engulfed
in the dark.
The darkness of isolation is loud and penetrating,
Sending the mind into contemplation.
In the dark there is a need for a spark.
Life in a cage imbalances those previously sane.
Have you ever witnessed the clear minded become a fiend?
Psychogenics got brothers slicing their wrists,
drinking their own piss,
drawing illustrations on cell walls with their own shit.
What the hell is this?
Daily life in the control unit.
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