"THE ACHING DIVINITY OF"
There's not a thing wrong that isn't right
You can't seem to finish what you didn't start until you put up a fight
Never trust,never believe
The thoughts you hide,the scars that bleed
The mist rises from humble words
If only to mask and coerce
The empty and foolish
The desolate and the dead
You can't remember the cracks
That line in the wall you've built
Around yourself and everyone else
It crumbles to the ground
While your pulse pounds in your veins
Your eyes bloodshot while your wrists are bound
The aching divinity of mental decay
It begins your change,the inevitable anomolie
The malfunctioning heart with it's supposed lienantcy
All along I suffered the reality of never attaining anonymous individuality
The whole purpose of soul and spirit
To ascend immortality and destroy the curse that plagues us entirely
And thoroughly
The ones suffocated, disillusioned and desperate
We make amends to nothing particularly
Only misguided judgement and fading diversity
Alone I envision hyprocasy and it's tasteless virtues
Leave me be in this day of reckoning
You are nothing but ash and smoke
A born virus,a testament to an aging destiny.....
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