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Therapy is afraid of me,
I'll write it down for you to see. 
The mental examination process of my necropolis, 
Abomination  of mental stability, into a thought abyss.
If you think before you act, you're ability surly increases,  
Leave your emotions at the door or you may fall apart into pieces. 
Don't question your intuition, 
It's your source of  ignition. 
Never mind the rapist (therapist) is a overpaid maniacal redirector, 
Got to realize therapy is the greatest mental  infector.
If you open your inner dementia so the rapist (therapist) can analyze,
A perpetual perplex will be your systematic demise. 
Never mind the emotional binding guise, 
It will decimate and brutally casterize.
Feed them intellectuals, then misdirect the wise,
A personal message from 'Ruinized9sdivine' in infallible skies.
We are the most honest hell bent on creation lies.
Variety of mental situations for each and every story, 
Truth in my symptoms only misplaced by Laurie. 
Cause I can relate the psyche of being awake and substantially weird, 
I'm sacred, old and gray just as my own growing  beard.
The things I divulge are true and accurate, and are no longer naturally felt,
Yet I extort the sleepless schizo realms that once upon a time I dwelt.
When I lost my grip I suddenly slipped into the void,
I understand the poseable person who is cursed and paranoid. 
As so the disturbance of such an evaluated  disorder. 
I have begun believing my identity is more older. 
Systematically directed the entire fu*king lie,
I never had mental disabilities and that is the reason why.
I created a psychological nightmare just to get the one single and still,
For insomnia is my own meditation at an unbelievable skill.
Now I'm stuck on several medications that only help me sleep. 
I've climbed that barren mountain, it's pitch is very steep.
Then I begin to refocus on the task at fu*king hand,
To educate the rapist (therapist) with my intelligent dominance  in command.
For I only feed them studies of those of my own weaker mind,
The fact that I lead them misconstrued so they can no longer  find.
That I have described a defect of someone full with mental illness, 
Cause I only have one, insomnia and nothing else is feel this.
So when they are classifying me I chose what it is they need to know. 
Then I misdirect them with poetry that I continually grow.
I give my own self the disabled labels,
I only want calmness, everything else aren't fables.
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