Insane Poem by Chris Tiganescu

A mind is your direct motion.
The piece that drives your
choices. A poor mind is the
foundation for self destruction.
A destruction I hope for. The
fires await my former friend,
jump. A lunatic the injections
speak with a deranged voice.
Only voice you care to here.
How dare you take the sacredness
of gods word how dare you
force your insanity upon me.
Your a master of deceit. The
respect I had for you is vanquished
you had taken my love because
you are to insane to know better.
I pray for help. The help you
desperately need. We are god
set. Yet you have taken another
path. Complete arrogance An
utter hypocrite to your own
teachings. Shameful it is. I am
brought down by a man who
believes himself to be better
then others. My knees are not
bent. I will work above you.
The mind is trashing and breaking.
Repent another repent your
chances wears thin but go
ahead breathe another sin.
He awaits.