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A FROZEN ANXIETY: MELT IT AWAY: ICE*VOICES
I have been hearing some sinister voices lately in my head. My "Head's Ringin'" Like Dr. Dre's throwbacc cuz. Same as a asphalt black liberty bell.
I have been hearing some sinister voices lately in my head. I can have cut off and hangin' heads hanging' like the trunk on a lac cuz. Hanging like a black colored sail.
Satan, I know I am Schizo, but I rebuke you in the name of Jesus.
Satan, I know you suck dick yo. So, do not puke it and give brain and suck penis.
Satan, I am not a rapist or want to hurt myself anymore because I am more successful now than the terrible time I was frozen in a jewel grey jail refrigerator.
Satan, I am not a gun-sprayer where I can spray black A.K. pepper on people until they sneeze red seed colored blood. Red seed colored heart stops--coroner brings a defibrillator.
Satan, you represent fire in an evil way. But my poetry is an excellent fire to melt this anxiety away.
Satan, I represent excellence and charity and good. I will not burn up a hater for coming close to my carro. I will not be like the PC "Army Men" and pour flame on my haters and annihilate the society away.
Satan, shut the fucc up! SHUT THE FUCC to the UP! I have been in enough trouble, and I will not return to that grey refrigerator box!
Satan, I do not want to be the smoked sausage or roast beef eaten in that box. I do not want no "cables" groping me. The new name for that "box" will be "Refrigerator Cox!".
Satan, Jesus the ice manipulator will heal my anxiety pain.
Satan, Jesus the ice manipulator will melt my anxiety away.
Satan, I will not cut myself no more a multitude amount of times where my arm's face bleeds from its cheeks.
Satan, I will not "cut" my cinnamon "light" brown skin. And then "film" the "cut" on "camera". I will cease all of those "actions" like Mr. Cheeks.
I will not hurt myself, him, or HER! I am a stronger man saying no to your voices and Satan, you can drown in Hell!
I have been hearing some sinister voices lately in my head. My "Head's Ringin'" Like Dr. Dre's throwbacc cuz. Same as a asphalt black liberty bell.
I have been hearing some sinister voices lately in my head. I can have cut off and hangin' heads hanging' like the trunk on a lac cuz. Hanging like a black colored sail.
Satan, I know I am Schizo, but I rebuke you in the name of Jesus.
Satan, I know you suck dick yo. So, do not puke it and give brain and suck penis.
Satan, I am not a rapist or want to hurt myself anymore because I am more successful now than the terrible time I was frozen in a jewel grey jail refrigerator.
Satan, I am not a gun-sprayer where I can spray black A.K. pepper on people until they sneeze red seed colored blood. Red seed colored heart stops--coroner brings a defibrillator.
Satan, you represent fire in an evil way. But my poetry is an excellent fire to melt this anxiety away.
Satan, I represent excellence and charity and good. I will not burn up a hater for coming close to my carro. I will not be like the PC "Army Men" and pour flame on my haters and annihilate the society away.
Satan, shut the fucc up! SHUT THE FUCC to the UP! I have been in enough trouble, and I will not return to that grey refrigerator box!
Satan, I do not want to be the smoked sausage or roast beef eaten in that box. I do not want no "cables" groping me. The new name for that "box" will be "Refrigerator Cox!".
Satan, Jesus the ice manipulator will heal my anxiety pain.
Satan, Jesus the ice manipulator will melt my anxiety away.
Satan, I will not cut myself no more a multitude amount of times where my arm's face bleeds from its cheeks.
Satan, I will not "cut" my cinnamon "light" brown skin. And then "film" the "cut" on "camera". I will cease all of those "actions" like Mr. Cheeks.
I will not hurt myself, him, or HER! I am a stronger man saying no to your voices and Satan, you can drown in Hell!
I have been hearing some sinister voices lately in my head. My "Head's Ringin'" Like Dr. Dre's throwbacc cuz. Same as a asphalt black liberty bell.
Published 9th Sep 2018
Author's Note
Hope this inspires people with major mental health issues to seek help ASAP. I will see a counselor soon. But I decided to help myself with my own poetry with this disability I have.
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