There's schizophrenic:
having a episode,
others can leave,
I've no where to go.
A Mistaken mistake,
confused in my head,
for confirmation of reason,
well-versed and we'll read.
In uniform precision,
marching through storm,
keeping in line morality,
establishing the norm.
Difference is human,
to be quite clear,
lingers the questions,
and your motives here.
So greetings and salutations,
from somewhere a far,
invisible mediation
finds where you are.
Arrives the understanding
of golden rule,
treat others like brothers,
we can laugh as fools.
And if you were to break,
know that many have before, regressing volentarilily,
it's mandatory I prepare for war.
©akathatguy
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