Born unto the wretched world of the blind; doing time for another man’s crime,
Here in amongst the morasses of humanity where the symptoms of imperfection suffer this creed.
Amidst a love deficient society; a dismal world of censored horizons as the billboards boast promotions of such mainstream fulfillment
~BE MORE COMPLETE WITH SHORTER NEW HORIZONS~

Driveled fools shy-away honor and devotion; absconding the impaling eyes of honesty’s to keep elusive beneath the shadow of such plagiarized reality; jaded consciences kept in the shade by fear of divine light of truth, threatening to dissolve their imperative façade into the early morning dew.
Alas, I’d seen through the veil of such tragic apprehension and their frail dependency to compulsive consumption and material GREED.
Upon the fall of obsidian one majestic night I walked the vast cemetery where they had buried their souls alive
Burrowed-in and shivering inside the trenches of desolation- Bruised, battered, stripped of all will and lacking compassion
Bent down to kneel and beg for redemption by a swift release
Praying for mercy in the hands of death’s faithful delivery.

Shedding tears of freedoms shame within a solitary inferno- Sunken, penetrated and hallow;
Left to whither away here in the enemy’s nursery
Feeding and nurturing the grotesque hate within the blood of their soul;
As it grows like a parasite deep within the core.

Fear is all there was to see, all through their perspiration and amongst the whimpering cries, drowning in the depth’s of such buried flames, overwhelmed I stood bearing such a blind gaze as hope was slaughtered right before my very eyes
AND I DID NOTHING
Shocked I watched it all again and again in digital THX and plasma screens;
For the bending of minds now
Laid long forgotten, only tears left of this aching heresy, as the ancient tales echoed amidst the tempest of a future unseen.

Today witnessed the undisputed theft of the core of their diminishing faith, pity only I felt for the fools, alas they’ begun to cast in-discriminatory accusations in absolute frustration at me. Shouting obscenities in the accent of such bitter connotations from the depth’s of their decayed pride, as an invocation of evil I was perceived; demon detainee I would be decreed.
No longer amused by their antics I persisted upon patience and kept within such disenchanted theme while scrambled about aimlessly, for frantic was their natural state, yet I could no longer muster a mere smile unto this insanity,
you see it all only brought sadness to me.


I withstood their accusations, as a liar they regarded me, dishonest
In demean they insulted me, assaulting me with their misdirected spite, rupturing the grim air surrounding me, doing the utmost to provoke my laughter
Alas, I only believed them to be repulsive, for less honest creatures I’d never seen.

Only could only feel the tiny, spite seated hearts stampeding the theme of hate with vanity, finally their foolish resolve demanded the summoning of the Holy Ghost, as the feeble humanity called upon the righteous to face the possessed, dispatched to dismiss the evil; me, to be cast out, to reconcile.
Set out to fight this monstrosity the exorcist arrived with haste; upon his face the devil had left his taste
Peering eyes, a cloudy frown, dread’s fraudulent had worn crass
Upon his head aura profound in gloom dismayed unto hate
A blind victim of a foolish faith;
Superman with a holy cape
Mocking a blind moon laughs at his fate

Withholding his eyes; I turned to him as my eyes toyed with him faithless inability, I played along with the demanded theme and placed the anticipated mask upon my face.
Sinister I then shouted – “Step back fool, step back, step outside yourself!”
Feeble, he surrendered unto a façade he had sold to the fools daily, ignorance had now discovered him by the recognition
Tears on the face of such a fable were quite surreal
Petrified, still as a wooden board, pinned to the wall like a swatted dead fly, the pleas of his pathetic cries fill the nauseated air, I disappeared into a lamenting haze leaving these words to linger behind in the night’s frosty air;
I’M TO SUFFER THIS LIFETIME
MY SIGHT A HESITANT HOST TO ALL
YOU FALLACIES, ALL YOUR CRIMES, YET I WILL NOT BECOME
YOUR KIND