Maddness
The madness is maddening...
Children cry in their sleep, And women cy for their lovers.
Some men are animals
Within the calm of society,
Others in rarity
An English gentleman:
Of 1800's past.
The madness id maddening...
The hounds howl at passing sirens,
And the thunder crashes through the darkened sky.
The clouds not only in the sky
But around individual minds...
And those that walk in the sunlight
Share its brightness.
in simple displays on their faces.
The madness is maddening...
But even the surreal fractions in time
Have the power to contradict...
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