” If thought corrupts language, language can also corrupt thought. “
When You Have Corrupted Your Soul
A crying soul that is heard by none
The death and confusion is all part of the fun
With a sinister grin he rains down despair
And the people he hurts, he just doesn’t care
He has slipped into madness and lost sight of himself
Sanity dusty on a rickety shelf
He tries to escape it but is now doomed to fail
He struggles and he fights but it’s to no avail.
