Careening


Nursing weariness as living 
The devil is a talkative, accursed to live a sentry
Do you know your own grace?
Remaining good would surely compensate me
without God's guidance what would I have been?
Learn to live an abandon in a nightmare of a continent
Wrought to live a complete intertwined hydra headed wrong
The wrong food, the wrong ethos, the wrong god, wrong life
At what point does an edge becomes demonization
Always covering up
A gangrenous wound stuffed up in plaster 
The belly of the beast: demonism and mind control
Some things you just can't forgive 
Commodification for money, consumption over all 
I saw sword through babes, I fed them afterwards
remaining good afterwards will climb the pile 
Leave the body for them, pull this vehicle rickety
Block my ears and die inside 
the world is embroiled in a self deception, 
hot and boiling, stewed over 
Who knew humans could be this small?
To insult a man is to insult his creator, yours!
Nothing speaks godlessness than a man
resolved to comeuppance
If it was real it wouldn't be this bereft of reason
It's just a hologram a console 

Be patient my starter nothing is worth exigency 
You will not determine my life, I'll never kowtow 
When demons band they claim the norm
When demons band they obsess to form, slum 
careening, witchcraft as adult's caution
Too proud to talk, too much of a deposit 
A shvitz of a society
Desperate to reprimand indoctrination, rather flawed
Commiting sins to prove a crime
Should I care that you have been sodomized
Should I care that you need love
Should I care that you are hurt
I didn't birth you, why should I suffer you?
Desperate to initiate one to the delicatessen of the servile
You are a sore, a shell left in the sun
Drown is your fate, the burn your lot
Admit these are empty, the sands are bland
admit the flaw, reach out for help; seashell



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