Its.... long bear with me
…Once Stated, Those Who Die Hated Or Under-Rated..Were The One’s Who Made-It…
Death whispers a humming beat as it glides through wind
And sinistry exposes what typical arrogant souls do to sin
Cheat their lives down to hell as they destroy you to win
Hearing death behind my steps..making me spooked again..
Watched evil bonds evolve, they grew fused through friends
Demonic wrath will soon begin, Satans militia salutes to him
The One that makes your lifetime unusually slim....
Psychosis caused my brain’s wave moods to dilute and bend
As tortured ghost of inbred zombies diffuse whats been
Made by the Satan’s scientists in a world of goons who sprint
But only running to produce the energy thats used against
These mutant-shims, labeled lab-made tubed infants
In packs of triplets to singles and doppleganged groups of twins
…Conceal The Skill To Kill, But Kill Only To Be Killed At The Will Of What You Truly Feel…
Observate as Channel 12 News amends...
Your point of view within, causing you to lose your sense
Desperate prayers prove to dent the evil stricken ruses sent
Cleansing in every part of the brain you consumed the rinse
Scheming crude blue-print developed by rich rude has beens
Which displays plans to leave Earth like a fruit that’s singed
Unfurling all the way up shoot and stem with fumes so grim
Made by a million degrees fed with coal And produced with lint
Collected from every dead man’s stash found in their room & den
Funny how the Sun can be unreal and how the moon pretends
To comfort our painful thoughts of a country still losing men
Stuck in this monotonous war to redeem our loosened ends
How people take suicidal visions to reality with booze and gin
Iron angels got the sniper scopes zoomin in..From lute to gems
Death filled wishes, disintegrating your Lugz boots and Timbs..
Multiple explosions snatching out appendages, by roots and limb
…The BeHolder Of Life’s Molder Suffers Boulders Of Failure On His Shoulders…
Watch Death’s grim reaper visage smooch and grin
We’re all living to die.. Why would you choose to send?
Your prayers to a useless refuse bin....
Where your thoughts just rot while our lives are being used to thin
The life cycle that’s being moved handfed wounds to spin
Killin more than what’s born with new lives bloomed to sin
And what excuses then? They'll now get you doomed in pins
Enroute from perjury to arriving to your final Execution pen
Entombed within watching as rays of God’s faith gloom & dim
Black-balled easily, shackled up by being screwed and hinged
Then decapitated by an Ivory guillotine’s gruesome end
As your demise is eagerly admired through amuesment tents
…With Evil In All People, No One Judges Equal..The Final Call..No Need For A Sequal….
An inverted corpse hanging on a crucifix by shoes and shins
And a bloodied cross image tarnished then glued to tin....
Plates.. that cover whats within and spew the brim
Of My Brain’s Coat refused to repent til its used and ment
To renew what’s bent but can’t even sooth whats in
My frontal lobe pink where Pain’s agony is truly sensed
As feral creatures drink my lifeLess blood and chew my skin
Which is like food to them..the devil’s message in percent
Is trapped in my ink that’s held in the each tooth pressed in
-Side ... The glove compartment above my ruthless chin..
My cadaver writing so much it feels like I’m A human pen…
“Evil Makes My Heart Beat” waiting for the “Devil’s Tunes To End”
…What Your Life Considers Life Is Not Life If You Only Live Your Life To Kill Lives…..
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