Evolve
So stressed from this daily grind, perplexed is my failing mind.
I just barely find the time to express a care free line..
of thinking. A sinking mess with a shrinking weary spine,
who just seems to forget every regret he's left behind.
I've yet to respect the signs projected against my eyes..
that are meant & designed as a defense to any lies,
which infect my insides with deception intertwined
with a false sense of pride that deflects & misguides
every perspective that provides the reason that im blind.
Couldn't see them if i tried, so i hide.. subdued into my wishes,
that within my Tatoo'd Iris is where proof of the truth existed.
I missed it through out my youth & was removed whithout its visit.
So i enlisted that liquid which consumed me in an instant.
I listened as it soothed my interest & doomed me with persistence.
I was set to resist it but I soon resumed & got twisted.
It's a sickness that mixes a rediculous amount of liqour
with my inhabitons & addiction to get an instant fix for
a piss poor alixor which has been a fixture in my fist for
years. So many tears have a apeared on my cheek
that the ink in my Iris has begun to smear & leak.
It is now clear to me & i am able to see what i seek.
And i hear the truth now.. the truth is that i am weak.
Bounce
PLOP, the spoon fully inserted ocular juice squirted
no matter how ya word it, popular Bruce flirted
with any skirted woman in sight
despite the insanity that incited calamity,
when invited to see her last night,
delighted was Miss Vanity Smite,
to rendezvous with this killer of women
As long as hes living, hes sinning,
with a million demons grinning back,
while he goes Lizzy Borden with an axe
Face to fax your just another office screw
to this make shift ophthalmologist
a real cut throat Stalinist, no stalling this
the type to persuade then invade you
I mean brutally fuck and raid you
then leave you filleted once he spewed
Accrued victims exude crude liquor & clues
with an iris tattooed by this vicar of pews
The sicker the news, the thicker the ooze
When a grotesque canvas of flesh, is the muse,
the result is an iris tattooed... Even holy men
fall into the ranks of the depraved & the skewed
Edicius
we are all attached on those strings..
though you have this noticeable heterogeneity, we all do
not that we are deity, but in ways we are all true..
people characterized by the suppression of impulses
acting with istinctive motive's and discretion in pulses
formed together ..
as a group of symbols and figures
.. making a mathematical statement
though law enforcements tryed to stop it
.. with a rude fanatical abatement
knowing we are all part of this system trying to teach..
putting us in an exhilarating psychological state
of pride and optimism though our thoughts were bleached
people just trying to make a diference
with an excessive enthusiasm and intense devotion
a voice you can use but not to loud or w/ immense emotion
and the sentiment shared by most people living in tenement
cause we dont live in manors only face everyday struggles
no help from any enchanters
combined with mind growing hemorrhagic fevers
and we as puppets are the reciever..
with those gastrointestinal symptoms of capillary hemorrhage
turned us all in to non believers
resulting in to a sudden renegade
like elemental violence, without a proper science
releasing uncontrolled emotions resulting in a akward compliance
& you dont need any proof, that they condemned us and our youth
leaving us with a roughly approximate version of their truth..
the things i see and witness, got my iris tattooed..
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Originally Posted by Edicius
