Wintry storms licking my temples… frostbites the mantle… goose pimples
…I shudder… tremble… assemble my mental notion on loose principles
Morals hardboiled inside the melting pot, still seeing hazard I fail to stop
this rot that decays my flesh with a rage, ill being a bastard, hell the plot
…Got lost at birth, I wasn’t born in a hospice just tossed to Earth w/o love
exiled from heaven like that Satan kid, landed on my head….
………..............…….ear-splitting spitting FUCKS YOU to the skies above.
We should call time here and not continue, since the rest of the menu
…is surely a twisted venue to veer thru, I tell God “I still fear you”
and perhaps I fear coming near you for fear what the fear will do.
This spiritual recital stands vital… even the title raps it up in a nutcracker
my initial survival is crucial like those pilgrims kissing stones over Mecca
Eye’s flicker sleepily, looking around the corner cautiously….its creepy
I’m knee-deep in shit through my khakis… soaked grossly with faeces
The freeze leaves my joints seized…cords choked, I provoke a tantrum
daylight’s in the distance, I move close to the mirage, a hoax,/phantom
Bones shaken… as a vile ill fills my bile while I stifle in my grown chagrin
stood back in panic grimacing… noticing me slaying myself…
………………………………………………............................…my own assassin.
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