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1st- Kill The Deviant
2nd- Baron P. Mortuus
3rd- Martyr
The crystal clear glaciers inside of my head,
mound themselves like erasers -- some I fed
knowledge of life. All the reasons for society,
feeding my mind like demons support a deity.
Words of the wise- how Adam and Eve died,
images that surprise; ache deep in the mind.
Confusion wraps itself around the thin issues,
dropping an axe through my numb skin tissue.
As I'm forced to pick up the white flag.
Penning thoughts penchant fears in pendants
locked around necks like chains pain indenting
scripts on skin- chips of sin chip at me within
thinning resolve beginning to fold & it's dim
seeds sprout my mind in doubt from facts
as fiction relaxes me see it seems to attack
the ethereal plane- physical drowning while slain
by cancerous membranes them games of faith
remain the same to debase my base as I chase
spirits & ghouls, ghosts laugh at this fool
so lost raising a white flag to finish this duel
life comes quick,keep track of the cards dealt
before the reaper comes, and your soul melts
to shards of the whole that seemed so dependable
until flexibility factors and everything is bendable.
I've tried to hypothesize looking through gods eyes-
a labyrinth that applies to all things and all lives
a bandit in disguise that supplies faultless demise.
Through hardships and experience I'd surely advise
that you wave the white flag and save the goodbyes.
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