Mind Disease

Inside your confined mind
A sincere-patient is found
But down, to the depths of brain
Other will feel the same
Every second day of the week
You’re expressing sickness, you’re weak
Pleasure you see through the pain
With time you make alive insane
Preaching only ignorance
You’re thinking of your innocence
Killing pregnant woman
You want to exterminate mankind
You see no other ways to live
There is nothing you can give
To society. You are hold
Your life is under control (of a patient mind)
You slash, you shoot, you burn
You make people unborn
Maker, as usually, moved on
A moment of clarity is near
All will be done so clear
Killing to save your self
You don’t see anything else
Three of women are cursed
By your instinct, to be killed
You will never feel remorse
You will never be healed