Colossal mass suppressing
chaotic choice confessing
creativity was slaughtered
the result was quite messy
I’m trying to tell you
I’m dying to say
I was compelled to abandon
the night for light
of day
Preventing premonition
with nothing but suspicions
control the artist
throw them in institutions
there must be medication
to oppose all this creation
but ill still write something
beautiful
despite the isolation
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