MY STATE OF MIND
Blacketh, Seyance, Baron Mynd, Sephiroth
State of mind is picket signs, patrolling the offices
Pitchfork to cortex, trucks unloading our consciousness
Lone wanderer, black bandanas, rogue in the foggy mist
Deliver truthful lies to exorcise the soul of reconnaissance
My writing's destroyed worlds and frozen economies..
Violently silenced pens from the most outspoken of colomnists.
Tried to take a cyanide pill, but was too sober to swallow it,
Instead only demolishing the throats of potent theologists..
Castraiting the mass taken and chose as a following
Send an ode to the colonies, tales of war and broken apologies.
We're the growing Anonymous that loathe Scientologists,
The cancerous growth thats deposited in a smokers esophagus,
That vote for the politrickian who's broken his promises-
Overrode his accomplishments blurrin' what 'Open' and 'Honest' is
to a hopeless conglomerate who's only focus was prominence
So much for scholarships, huh? Show me the positives..
in holdin' authoritive posts & never makin' a difference
Their wayward constituents just seem to take what they give to us...
Then raise a vociferous voice while were labelled as idiots-
& treated with great insignificance, the disdain is ridiculous...
When you think these hateful conspirators are overpaid for their rigourous,
..Painstaking, assiduous, application and diligence.
Our shamen's indiginous.. learned from the failings of icarus,
And uncovered the lost tales of fableled conspirators
Persuaded the visitors their ailments were hideous..
Abusing the mass, qued at his shack like a table of billiards.
The man has forsaken contributors, his plans are adjacent
Understand the relation between stone & the hands of a mason
..don't expect to get rich without ramification,
you could fall through the roof and end up back in the basement.
laughin as satan pacifies this inadequate nation,
making fake promises about a man who can change it..
The black & white Antichrist, rockin' a ‘Kiss me, I'm Nazareth’ apron
The last of the ancients stated, i'd be damned n' forsaken.
like the bastards awaiting salvation who depend on the cross..
MY state of mind is : survival ...whatever the cost.
so i step in the fog..
clutching the thing on my hip before your weapon is drawn
medics involved, can do so much before you hear that heavenly song
so many tests were involved, but i haven't learned a lesson at all
taking it back, to when i was label'd as 'black' before the kettle was called..
was never a boss, but still i find it hard to level with yall..
i'd rock a tailor made suit, but it's hard to 'measure a star'
M
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