A poem of now
I dream of madness
I wake to madness
I quake to madness
I ice to sadness
as I brace for more madness
I choke on the sadness
but that’s what THEY want so I will not drown in sadness
nor is the path of slipping into their madness the way I will go
Instead I will become ice Melt.
Yours in rebellion,
Count Robot
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