Alone, in the mites of these four walls
smothering me as in my mothers' arms
without thy loving care.
Dante's Inferno engulfs my surrounding
as though the whole world was invited to
a marshmallow roast, and have not yet
A-holes march with gray painted faces
spewing insanity with malicious tongues,
feasting on the labor of others, they care,
not to know!
Dear God! let it not be I, that loose myself
in this time of discontentment, but grant
me the sanity and courage to endure...

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