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"pyschoanalystical" poems
How much more can I take of the entities, the evilness, which LIES inside of me Not much more than with what you could abstain, I've shown you most of all my deviant ways!       the anger, the suffering, the antagonizing pain       it's all too real now…                            …playing with insanity, is not a game to be played Your dreams of reality are swept aside, Like no one ever seemed to care or bother or even wonder why? Whilst you only sat there and confused yourself in solitude Doing the things you do, saying the things you said you'd do so many writing of thoughts many misconstrued Honesty was the best thing ever taught too you! The anxiety lead into deep COGNOTION, counter-reaction, try to defeat the ignition     They could never observe the substantial features,          distorted faces…….. Surrounding me !          abstract creatures desperately haunting me! Constant observation, torrent horror feeding a way to obscure my day. Life living demons , I've struck the gate wide open. My sanctuary thought to be secured Plundered and exploited, invaded, deprived of. distinguished my nobility of my characteristic pride… my sanctuary denied … a test of intellectualistic     pyschoanalystical dehumanized control! The battle situates, no compromises                                       set fort now!                         The Obscurities of the Mind The next days dialed in , intrepid discretely, recon disengaged of your sorry *** situation just got bitterly disarrayed, to far astray!      THIS IS THE INVASION OF YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE!!!                                                          Written by: M.j.Merrifield
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Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC
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How much more can I take of the entities, the evilness, which LIES inside of me Not much more than with what you could abstain, I've shown you most of all my deviant ways!       the anger, the suffering, the antagonizing pain       it's all too real now…                            …playing with insanity, is not a game to be played Your dreams of reality are swept aside, Like no one ever seemed to care or bother or even wonder why? Whilst you only sat there and confused yourself in solitude Doing the things you do, saying the things you said you'd do so many writing of thoughts many misconstrued Honesty was the best thing ever taught too you! The anxiety lead into deep COGNOTION, counter-reaction, try to defeat the ignition     They could never observe the substantial features,          distorted faces…….. Surrounding me !          abstract creatures desperately haunting me! Constant observation, torrent horror feeding a way to obscure my day. Life living demons , I've struck the gate wide open. My sanctuary thought to be secured Plundered and exploited, invaded, deprived of. distinguished my nobility of my characteristic pride… my sanctuary denied … a test of intellectualistic     pyschoanalystical dehumanized control! The battle situates, no compromises                                       set fort now!                         The Obscurities of the Mind The next days dialed in , intrepid discretely, recon disengaged of your sorry *** situation just got bitterly disarrayed, to far astray!      THIS IS THE INVASION OF YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE!!!                                                          Written by: M.j.Merrifield
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