What Gives?

I've had the visions, the memories, the seizures, the blurs.
I can no longer dwell, it only gets worse.
If that's the case then why does it still hurt
and why am I writing these words?
I have a burning, a fever, from the hell I am living;
trying to feel normal but it isn't giving.
I try to cope but they say that I'm just sinning.
Bible slammers, got to hate the religion.

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