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Wednesday, April 4, 2012

The Schizo


I was a happy man
A caring mother, with short sight
A busy father, with hair white
A lovely women whose beauty had no bound
and my friend Harry who grew up in a town

I lived in a palace, with servants so many
While my neighbors lived in huts, without a single penny
They all hated me, this made me sad
Out of their jealousy they called me mad

One day a villager broke into my house
With a long knife he killed my spouse
That broke me, it shattered my heart
My entire happy life was torn apart

Father and Harry made a plan
At midnight we would finish his clan
His family, his friends must die
to avenge my love, I must comply

Why am I in a mental asylum?
And why are they all calling me mad?
Where is Harry, where is my dad?
Why are they all calling me bad?

-Mangesh

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