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SANE

Another Singer Dead

Enough Said

The dead keep me up at night

They force me to write
 

I have written about my crazy older brother Tom

About my Poor Dead Mom
 

How the Church no longer sustains me

I see no reason to go to my knee

I have written how Death, Depression and Obsession

Took me to places to answer the Eternal Question

 “What is the Meaning of Life?”
 

To experience Love

Or

The Loss of it
 

We are all riding on the Roller Coaster to Hell

Is that Brimstone I smell?
 

Maybe the meaning to Life is a Test to see who will stay Sane

We all will suffer before we are through

Unbearable  Physical and Emotional Pain

With only Nightmarish Wisdom our Gain
 

So what have I learned from my time in Hell

We all live on Planet Earth The Devil’s Cell
 

I can conclude

The only answer that makes sense to me

Try to pass the test and stay sane

Until the end of Life's Game
 

One way to stay sane

And not implode your brain

 

Listen to and Appreciate The Musical Artist’s

Who have given us their Souls

They write, perform and rhyme

And die before their time

 

If it wasn’t for the Musical Entertainment Angels

We would all go Mad

That would make Satan glad

So the next time

You hear your Favorite Rap or Song

 

Pray the Angel you are listening to

Will live a Healthy, Happy and Long Life

Few do

That is my sad view

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