The Manic's Open Ponderings.

What manic obligation does one with no heart see hell?
Place your bets in the rest of the past and predict the present mind.
The laughing game has been played for far too long,
And the fractured remnants of placed stars seem that space is empty.
Symptoms seem to vary from patient to patient.
Although none quite understand that a hospital isn't for healing,
It's for the sinful to indulge in one's pain.
If gods want followers, create them.
Since I am above those sad heathens,
I have no desire to be lead.
I killed a man once, I shot him while a reaper quite grim watched.
Fairly amusing, although it left me quite bored,
Until the new drug came.
Oh liquid black, necropolis in a vile.
All topped off with a nice piercing funnel of injection.
That was quite nice, the things I saw, seemed, real.
Far more real than this hellish type of reality that seems to be dominant.
I wish for dreams, reveries of bliss,
Not a redundant life of nothing but numbers and sin.
And out of these sins coming in seven, I hate lust the most.
But we'll leave that were it is, for time is calling on me to change.
Change what however?
Maybe if God wasn't so busy jacking the good people around,
The world could focus on more important things, a child is dying you know.
But for now I think I'll just sit and think...
What trouble could come from that?