O we are the mad.
The righteous insane.
The ones that they love
When no-one’s to blame.

The joy in my head.
The voices of hope
Provide me the means
With which to a cope.

Don’t laugh at the good
Or mock the divine.
I’d like to know you
If I had the time.

Feet walk yellow sand.
Sweet Jesus is here.
Aware of himself
And riddled with fear.


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