Cell 201 B

She…
If I write what's on my mind she will surely hate me.
She'll call me an arrogant freak or some ugly names.
She will call me a traitor, a cheater and a clan deserter.

 
He…
If I write what's on my mind, he'll condemn me to hell.
He'll send angels to hunt me, and saints to capture me.
They will have me purged, ruptured, and mended by the Holy Ghost.

 
He…
If I write what's on my mind, he'll condemn me to heaven.
He'll send demons to hunt me, and evil spirits to possess me.
They will have me purified, crucified, and baptized in ice and fire.

 
You…
If I write what's on my mind, you will understand me, and you will like it.
You will write me back, you will feed my grandeur delusions, and my megalomaniac tendencies.
Just like two schizophrenic patients, we will nourish our respective deliriums.
Together we shall lead this decadent world into a second renaissance.