of perfume fuel my desire to sin
Voices yell I hunted her down
A man looked on with a frown
I want to run then hide
Is she alive or has she died
I feel trapped afraid to talk
He dialed his cellphone; began to walk
I try to run but voices tell me to play
You caught her have your day
Wonder if she is dead
I carefully hold her head
Lifeless body on the ground
Voices tell me take what you found
Two men in uniform run down the stairs
My voices tell me who cares
One pulls a gun I drop my knife
Is this a girlfriend or your wife?
Sweat covers my face seeping through paint
She fell down the stairs; she felt faint
He picked up my knife; I am under arrest
Voices telling me to spit on the woman’s chest
Obeying the habits in my mind will grow
Police tell me I am the criminal they know
They have been looking for a man like me
I no longer scare innocent people walking free
Those we deem "insane" diagnosed by our "health" professionals are merely those who have gotten caught in a loop of "negative" emotions; programs and habits of thought that from which they are unable to extricate themselves on any type of consistent basis.
LIVING ON THE RUN UNDERCOVER
Twenty years of smoking marijuana and cigarettes nonstop have come and gone.
My lungs feel crippled; and through fear of getting cancer I am forced into making a choice to quit cigarettes or marijuana. Guess which drug won on the mental battlefield deep inside my brain.
When my eyes opened I am living on Siesta Key in Florida.
I could feel my brown cat curled up sleeping by my side. Every night this month; I have slept on the floor in my bedroom. I do this because I will hear the footsteps outside of my window if someone tries to sneak up on me.
The 911 tragedy has just occurred and my business instantly capsized leaving my finances in shambles. The entire USA economy is frozen.
The government politicians have gone on national television asking the population to help the government fight terrorism. After watching the newscast repeated every day I feel stress compounding in my mind; I decide to stand up and help the country I love; I have decided to join the politician’s in the fight against terrorism.
Every day I watch the television and I see the Trade Towers explode in the sky and fall; I have become psychologically fixated on the disaster.
I feel brain washed by the media presentations; and my mind is overflowing in ideas to help the government fight terrorism. Every day you hear about more people that have died or been crippled in the 911 tragedy; and how the USA is going into a war on terror; this visualization created deep inside my mind prompts me to act.
For two weeks I have watched television nonstop; every time I get a security anti-terrorism idea I fax the written note to the governors’ state office attention Jeb Bush. I keep watching television to see if there is any change after I send the government my ideas; and sure enough the government is acting on my recommendations anonymously faxed to them.
Five more weeks pass and my brain is fixated and riveted to the disaster unfolding on television.
The war on terror I am watching unfold on television will kill over a million people by the time the USA war operations are completed.
Unfortunately I neglect to spend valuable marketing my business and my investor’s interests; and my business opportunity start to crash and burn; along with my opportunity to reside in Florida; I am out of money and financial backers.
I have one more week in Florida; forced to leave the state in order to survive. I love living in Florida.
The stress of losing my business combined with the visualization of the 911 attacks on television combined with an understanding of the war on terror; creates stress in my life; and today I hear security people voices in my head that have challenge my mind; I think I am snapping more each day.
This stress is further fueled by the fact; I do not want to leave Florida or the woman I planned to make my wife. I told my investors I never will give up; I tell myself I will keep fighting to pay them back every penny they invested in my operation; until I am killed or go insane.
I feel like the politicians I faxed have me under constant surveillance; and I am running away from the government’s’ spy agency constant surveillance program and voices that have penetrated my skull.
I am an illegal alien living in the USA.
I have not left Florida for two years; and I know I will be deported if the USA government figures this out. Every day I feel like the government and my anti-terrorism work is swallowing up another piece of my brain and life.
Somehow I have to stay alive and save what is left of me.
I am packing everything I own into boxes that magically appear on the street in front of my house. The government software voice speaking in my head has led me to believe; I will be given a golden handshake and paid one million dollars for my intelligence and time working with the government.
The many voices in my brain; I hear talking to me through the turned off television told me; when I am finished my belongings were going to be put into a museum right beside Winston Churchill’s display.
The voices talking to me inside my head praised me over and over for all the battlefield war operations I designed; and anti-terrorism security ideas I created sent to the government.
The voices told me I am so important; the Presidents security team will be the only people that hear me in this private communications network; and the information is so classified; I should not write any information on paper and just speak out loud into the microphone implanted inside the television set in my room.
I am not sure if I can trust the government voices speaking to me deep inside of my mind. I know I have the family genetics to do this work; because at one time in his life my dad was trained in the military Special Forces in the Canadian army.
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