Asylum of Insanity
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 I've worked these halls for a dozen years,
 Only to witness my greatest fears,
 I help the people, imprisoned here,
 Of this private hell, they can't stay clear.

 I look at poor, broken men,
 Who have lost their pitied souls, and then,
 When I take the time to care,
 Their minds believe no one is there.

 They live in dank, dirty rooms,
 Enclosed areas that will be their tombs,
 They don't talk, they don't speak,
 The future they see is too bleak.

 I look at them, they look at me,
 I begin to understand what they see,
 The 'sane' ones say I speak profanity,
 About this Asylum of Insanity.

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