Poem 2 from zach

Jumbled confusion,
Crashing sounds,
Screaming howls of passionate anger.

What a glorious release,
An escape
From the expectation of perfection.
Perceived as the sounds of Satan,
bye those hanting voices,
Ones that speak,
What is unspeakable for many.

To some,
These sounds are Jesus,
They listin as if to worship.

To others,
Thes sounds are a peice of paradice,
A place that protects sanity.