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Asylum

Harrisbugh close for life, well people were in there for life. who rolled the dice to keep them, well the good doctor and who holds the key to Hell, in Harrisburg and when you drive by you see things that no one believes the hair on the back of your neck raises and you can hear screams, of the inane, and I heard someone say, well, How dare you to call me insane, Let me die, so they let him die there, well his wishes, the gray skys before it gets dark is well there time to come out of there graves and tell eveyone of the torture, gas, and shocks gun and brains being operated on and sterilzsation Women cry and crying in our minds. The shock to brain they scream well, is the worst, and a pike to brain well who would tell of horrible things, to help up, angels run the halls and a Throne of ivory and jade for the creator. soil food and dirty rooms and well jail bars for some, a bucket to urinate in and punisment a hole no crime was committed but sentence for life see they said he might do something wrong, well the good doctor knew what to do America 1900's for the poor house and State Asylums.

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