Blinded miscreants.
Endless parade of numb souls.
A barage of dramatic interludes.
Not one sence in it all.
So complicated and yet demeaning.
Heavily upon a distressed mind.
You all scurry and scamper in such fiendish manners.
Not even god above understands such order.
Not that he even made such attempts.
Punish us all the the faults of the dumb.
Brush away the remains for another day.
Scraps are what we are left with.
Picking the garbage out from between out teeth.
Born to die.
I speak not to be heard, scream to be scorned.
A gamble I tend to take.
Nothing to lose, nor to be ever gained.
I just do and I just be.
Me.
Forever entriaped in the shell of a loser.
Filled with the encapsulation of a prodogy.
Its gone all so terribly wrong.
Past the point of what I can remeber, seeking out what I left behind in a fearful escape.
(PISSED OFF)
I have not the will to be sad.
I have not the strengh to cry.
I have but one thing to truly call my own.
Demonic inlightment.
I am the scripture of hell.
I am the song of solice.
I am the devils intent.
Holding the swored to the throats of the lambs.
Slaughter one by one.
Spilling the blood down the empty streets.
Staining the world.
Staining my hands.
My eyes in there lives.
Watching, never to interfear.
Always involved.
Never the cause.
Never the reason.
I gues this is what I am supposed to do.
Pays so little.
I.R.M. 01/15/07
