Incarcerated in an age old asylum , his cell runs rampant with menacing little
creatures who flaunt their freedom by roaming so freely. Powerless to
the cruelty and extreme disconcern of his human restraints, he finds
timeless contentment by playing officer, judge and executioner over his
'cell mates'. The final sentence is always obliteration.
Psychotic tendencies have put me here for life
Dreams of smashing little things before they ruin my life
Find means capable of smothering a flea
Extermination is their end, escaping not from...
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