Different carriers. Same perspectives. Iron souls pour on velvet graves. Masquerades. Raves. Caved in a shell. Oxygen masks for make-up. Eyes that cant cry. Pills to feel real. All is 1 and all is bright. Scandals, deals for savage kings, breastfed off of silver. Blank stares in sheets of silence, cold wind behind the walls. Bringing forth demons of thought into public. Sucking their lifeless lips. Behold this new creation. Sandy streets with no end... murajes of murder n dick. Bliss. Semon needed frequently to give the meaning life. Horny pigs with false intentions scatter out their seeds. Indulge in these fairy tales, then take it up the ass for me. Brilliant genious master-minds.. our kinds, our enemies. No1 seing the picture to this. No1 deserves to breath. Weed. Cocaine. Is it all the same.? Paying to get high. Severed wings with beastly grins and sadened angels eye. Common theives predicting futures. Religious parties drying the ear. Spirit means nothing, yet hell still exists, persists on marking our fears. Take a look around my friends. This Is why we suffor. -Just Anna
