And from the mind of a madman comes a genious unsurpassed Though he is crazy, his mind must be respected He is a madman in control of the world All power is given to the one who saves all The one who kills all The one who knows all All power is given to him because he holds all secrets No one is safe from his madness His enemys driven to the cliff of insaity by his knowledge And laughing, he watches them fall off the bottom-less cliff He lives to kill and yet he lives to worship He worships all sane men who make mistakes and falter before him He worships them because their minds are not torn in two And yet he pities them for their faults He pities them for showing their feelings, which causes faults in their thought Which causes the imperfections of mankind from which he does not suffer
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem because I am a manic depressive. I wondered what the world would be like if I ruled the world. My enemys not being killed by physical acts but by mental acts. A madman destroying the minds of others by feeding off his own madness and driving them insane. Therefore the rest of the world fears getting on his bad side or else they may be driven insane too.
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