8.A Tale Of Bedlam
In 1247 Lucifer's work began in the sweet priory of Bethlem.
A muse; to bemuse patients and amuse physicians.
London's notorious Bedlam,
Where all medicine is practice and not profession.
A playwright of sound mind once uttered these words：
They call me mad; I call them mad and damn them! They outvoted
me!
The wise yet unheard Nathanial Lee.
Sought after Stratford's William Shakespeare,
Whose character of Edgar in the famed King Lear,
Shares a slight resemblance to the tortures here：-
He takes the role of a beggar to remain an English dear.
The tin plated men marked with metal were just like he;
Chilled and badged as 'Curable' or 'Incurable',
By doctor's with hearts as cold as the modern frappe.
1700; Still it stands scandalous and shameful.
Bedlam circus to those then caged animals：-
Silenced experiments and forgotten people.
How lucky I am to walk amongst today's individuals. For if born
in that time happily I would hang from a clock towers steeple.
A penny for a laugh at madness and its antics;
Of the accused, deranged and understandably frantic.
The first Tuesday of every month could make a dead man cry,
For it is free to see the taps to the temples to see them die.
1815, One man paraded the scandal and displayed sympathy.
A surgeon to those unfortunates in this saddening mimicry.
Refusing his hands to pass them into the grasp of cruel fate,
That perpetually tightens its clasp until they suffocate.
He repents and pays no minute to wait,
He remains haunted long after his role terminates,
A result of evil jailed behind Bedlam gates.
Deliriums requiem fell upon deaf ears,
The death song of artists, of royal would be killers.
Not all were so innocent, One has to admit：-
Edward Oxford was out to slaughter Victoria and Albert.
All royals were pathetic targets of that time.
Anyone of power eventually succumbs to a crime.
Through assassination, decapitation or the black cats'
immurement.
Peer into the death of Erzsebet, Antoinette and other able
innocents.
But who's to say English royals did not deserve,
All the revenge plagued lunatics can serve.
The royals played dead and it caught George III,
When Mary Nicholson would bring comeuppance to their perverse.
A mausoleum of daily activities somewhat like this;
Ah, we have a violent one! Chain it to the wall.
In fact dirt always looks better upon the floor,
Restrain then bring the scalpel and the bowl,
Place it to drain below the arm, let the life blood neatly pour.
The inmates are just ghosts withering on evermore.
One should have been fearless enough;
To Quoth the famous raven.
Quoth the Raven, Nevermore!
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