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To Be Insane

How cool is that,
be an insane.
Peace is the treasure,
that you will gain.

I see your world,
but I don't see the world.
Because there is a shadow,
of what had rained.

Love, Truth and Honesty,
is like an old man.
Run down by a car,
driven by a sane.
With the speed of Greed, Lust and Power.
Some still believe,
Love will shower.

How cool is that,
be insane.
People call me nuts.
As I see the trust,
thrown out from in-between the sane butts.
Flushed out, by their distilled blood,
into the drain.

How cool is that,
be insane.

I see the sane.
The good or bad,
they cannot think.
Money is stuffed,
in place of ink.

I feel insane.
Ha! Ha!
And I regret none.
It's gonna be Dark,
and its just begun.

How cool is that,
I love to be an insane.
To forget the Hurt, Betrayal and Pain.
I will always,
Love being Insane.

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