Pisaries Creator

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Many times, I have listened,
to the nonsense I didn't want to hear, 
making me feel crazy.

When I listened to someone else's voice,
you became enraged,
asked me, "Who is this you are taking advice from?"
I lied. I said, "Frank Longines." 
The one who was described as garbage by you.
He was really true hero. 
I wanted answers to life questions. 

You yelled, "This sounds like bullshit."
I kept my mouth shut.
My mind wandered to a gun full of bullets and apples lined up in a row.
They had replaced the books once there.
The knowledge now seen age garbage. 

I know what each bruised apple represented.
One apple for every demonic thought.
Seven thoughts and 7 apples.
The evil spilled when the trigger was pulled.
He was in command.

"Watch what I do," he said." 
"Don't do what I say."
His advice was tragically competent.
The lessons painful and dull.

He was proven wrong.
His delusions were his best option.
I had little respect for his cause.
It has not become case of never.
Nowhere have I found a reason to dial.

I will not say, "Hello."