The Practice of Self-Denial
Verse 1&3 : Mariah
Verse 2&4 : Engivale
The pages etched as life turns the leaf
Flaming tongues speak as mine burns with grief
Hurt the reflection, the twinkle left me
Hollow bones to match the soul once it emptied
I became the source of pain that killed
Let me explain, let me refrain, stains revealed
Talk of what might be, kindess unlikely
The falses do blind me, the heartaches untimely
Feeling bad for the thoughts, so bent
Glass veins and a cold heart I had in the moment
Truth is harsh, that's not where it hurts
But knowing my faults, convicts me the worst
Rivalry is the trial we
Smile idolly through-
All the while we knew
That the self-denial was true...
If pleasure is pain, then
I pressure the vein that
Makes me learn to
Confess for my Shame...
I drop the bottle to model
After the Squabble is
Now Me Grovelling,
I'm done Following
This Laughter is Soul's
Hollowing Pasture...
If swallowing's nastier,
I spit out the drink...
I'd rather be sober
Than flattery's coaster---
Puke... without the Sink...
Luke warm piss, shout and think
That if you live doubt's the thing
and I deny my only right
to Be Happy---
...South I sink...
I claw the ground as this circus surrounds
Higher than any, I just find every person a clown
My mind in relapse, in sync with the rest
Truth is real, sadness fills the weakness of breath
It hurts how it sounds, the verbs can resound
But the name of myself echoes, perfection renown
I'm a mountain to many, an obstacle to me
Burdened by thoughts of how I'm impossible to beat
It's an anomoly, my life's a monopoly
Firm as a rock, pride is the guide that I brought with me
Self-realization is suffering, a sadistic radical
But the bittersweet hope, now the music to Madrigal
My bong vibrates,
The song gyrates
Primates move Spies
Made by Rude Dry Spades..
The lie fades, Truth is Born
An excuse is torn from
This toothless horned Pig,
My zoos are formed
From this Ruthless Scorned Ship
Where Bermuda's Storm hit...
I want what I hate,
And I steal what is free-
God taught me to state
How it feels to be me...
Loose wheels to refeed
The Lions Den-
I'm Cryin' when I steal weed
To Be Zion's Friend...
And I sigh and spend
My Time with Thoughts...
Nice try, I'm lost
But I'm forced by the Boss to
Deny my Pen...
(...stop writing...our ultimate self-denial)
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