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Unholy Mascots
An Old Poem
Holy mascots monsters of closest failures Join the growing circle of negative treatment Distorted prophecy dissolutions our earthy peers Cold unless towards brothers and blood in society This shall be our eternal 1st world statement Pulpit puppet masters Speak manipulations and half truths of triumph by day Verses subject to ignorant examination by night Manifest neglect and no remorse for our tortured earth Control the violence within a sermon another failure
Unholy mascots by day light Come complete the circle of failing sun Now perpetuate the dark with wicked words Distorted love disillusioned listening earthly peers Pulpit puppet masters Speak manipulations of triumph by day Rewinding to consume sorrow at night Neglect remorse for the tortured earth Pulpit puppet masters welcome to the future Not found amongst the saints and saviours Holy mascots not troubled by the world outside your church Unity is the circle after all is said and done Not on earth where we could never be one Mistaken are you who believe That beliefs separate us from unity It is mere ignorance and comfort A peer pressure of gossip in church society A culture of loss run amok ever increasingly Unchecked by staff desire numbers to pay the salary Truth hides behind the sandman's eternal appearance But soon die shall we and all ourselves be found as demons For we did not stand guard nor stay awake to love all as dearest friend
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The Mending of Self: Courage to Believe...
In earnest anticipation of,
No one ever believed in me, but look at what I've been able to do despite the silence amidst my art, which was and is healing. Over a thousand lyric style poems, hundreds of poetically infused prose paragraphs of fluid imaginary empathetic flow, hundreds of Spoken Word Podcasts.
Still there is silence, not a single person in my family reads nor listens to anything I create, yet I don't even pretend to glimpse the past for a moment any other way. That my parents should have empowered me long ago, at any point at all, that I should have been discovered for my endeavours by now...? No, I simply am and exist.
If people ask me what it is I do, I should answer 'I am a digital busker, a poet of sorts.' But really I am a blue collar, sub proletariat nearly broke artist. Not broke because I don't work, no, I have a full time 40 hour a week job that pays the bills and I'm able to save a bit here or sometimes there. I cycle to work, which adds another hour on each end of my shift as I have a free wheel single speed.
I also have a other duties to attend to in life, one of them is chivalry, as an adapting hero in the mirror on behalf of one I love. If not engaged in those stat priorities or the few hours of sleep I manage to rummage about in dreams at night, I am writing and creating to heal the heart of the world, to give hope to others via the identity with that which I have made.
Everything I own is second hand, charity shop or thrift, not normally vintage. I like my simple life and the view of the mirror now. For once the mental illness of Anorexia and other Eating Disorders were deep within me, holding me captive to sorrow and much woe. I was also the victim of childhood sexual abuse, though not from those I love, my family. At least that is what you would classify it as now, uncool to say the least.
I've had to rebuild my body twice from accidents and my soul once from a near death from depression long lasting incident on behalf of an illogical concept of love which lead to a broken heart on my wrist, below the sleeve where it waited to show itself to bleed for the world again, or just for one...
However it is that I am able, I am. So I shall continue on this journey of mending hope's inspiration, for it has only just begun.
Juton VoT
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Heaven: Devoid of mercy
My eyes close and I drown Let this be my last and final breath Heaven inbound or into hell Held to swallow at pill at my end
Devoid of mercy No serenity in death God withheld my application Yet let in my greed filled neighbours
My eyes close and I die Made friends again for the last time My wrists' side kicked it with the edge of the knife Dig in deep sever the artery under the skin
Devoid of mercy No serenity in death God withheld my application Yet let in my greed filled neighbours Next to me in church they sat still and silent Comparing against me every little detail Driving me mad beyond redemption
My mind's eye closed finally Deprived of all God's earthly mercy Tormented into a vile poisonous dungeon Agony stole my every waking moment Night terrorist streamed behind closed eyes No sleep for the weary could ere be found Ended my struggle chair out noose tight Piss down my leg I felt happily with my last living breath
Insanity returned me to nightmares Devoid of mercy is this sophisticated dungeon A need a group of fiends to navigate But no aid came so I did not complete I am hell bound because of the greed of others Silent spectacles sitting motionless beside me
My eyes close and I die Made friends again for the last time My wrists' side kicked it with the edge of the knife Dig in deep sever the artery under the skin
Heaven: Can Wait
Expecting some hope In this last heavenly poem Don't get excited or leave your seat I haven't yet broken you out You see your the ones stuck in dungeons I roam, think and speak freely Trapped once in the selfish dogma
Before we leave let it wait Heaven is a trap until you remember That there is a purpose for all our dim lives Even the children who die each night Due to the treason of our traditions
The only blessings left are of the will So choose to enable before it's too late Live to respect creation Be one with honesty To donate more than money To give up ignorance completely Or find hell in the beauty of your ongoing plan
The Christianity running rampant today It isn't for you just as it wasn't for me Begin the struggle find the truth Church today is now a mere adaptation of society Within in no God sleeps gone is He forever Wish or pray all you want deny it
Before we leave let it wait Heaven is a trap until you remember That there is a purpose for all our dim lives Even the children who die each night Due to the treason of our traditions Heaven can wait while we craft it The new manifesto of our dying earth
The only blessings left are of the will So choose to enable before it's too late Live to respect creation Be one with honesty To donate more than money To give up ignorance completely Or find hell in the beauty of your ongoing plan
What mankind has created will end The structure and protected the safe It's not yet too late to reshape Use the given wisdom to see the coming consequence Don't be as our forefathers and choose to ignore it Remember yourself before it's too late Because for each of us the time is different Heaven waits but not for prayer, ignorance or treason
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Sate the Storm
Trapped heart bruise Worn out no where child Walk with a half filled cup Until I looked back Now I say... It was full Amen
Dear father Well fought See you in heaven Amen
Watch this son Desperate monster Artistic culture changer Crafty poetic values Thank for my soul
Creatively drowning Imbued respect robot Didn't know I was a student Until I looked back to see Learn from my history No prejudice inside Thankful mind Amen
Dear father Well fought son Future without spite See you in heaven
Watch this son Chivalrous anti-hero Artistic heart changer Crafty poetic values Thanks for life
School yard bully lesson Pain or nerves consume me Diagnosed with artism Look hymn forward In a mad world Amen
Watch this son Anorexic mentally ill hero Anti-inequality heart changer Crafting artistic poetic values Thanks for life's lessons
Dear father Well fought life Smile at our memory Children with hopeful eyes See you tomorrow...
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Dear God, Tomorrow I might die, So tonight I write to she who waits...
Dearest Death
Comparative nature of souls,A worrisome internal narrative that leads to reckless words,Prejudice foundation is comparison of one to another
Someday I shall day,Surely my family will say I wasted my life writing these ill begotten words,Rather than seeking friends or finding love
Caption of inner turmoil lived outside,#Syria unto #Turkey Tear filled round up of citizens,A slave I call myself free,Unto a system of debt
Dear God, Tomorrow I might die, So tonight I write to she who waits...Dearest Death, Wrap your single wing left of centre over me as I...
Some people have dreams&gifts parents can be proud of,Both of mine are pock marks of my single white stain on this ageing black sheep,I die!
#Peace sits astride a lie,Freedom a witness to apathy,The world over is denied equality for the sake of perpetuating debt for greed's sake.
Malefaction of a disgusting nature, Innocent child's womb stolen by blood after she tested positive for a beating,#Fetus lost to #Violence !
Illogical principles thrown down the stairs,Out a window the daughter flees,Victim of a #Sexualcrime in dry darkness under invisible sheets!
Nothing to hide the intoxicating shame that lies inside after the perpetrator of #rape has finished his breach,A submissive storm rages on!
#Masturbate to degrading subject matter,Real life didn't bend over until the #beating began,Illbegotten will of destruction,Invisible murder
Breach of life,Signs of illegitimate #sexuality,#Gay mandated out of me,I was born the opposite way,Never accepted,Life is oft too tragic...
I wish my epitaph read,'I was born this way & accepted,' Sadly the #homosexuality was preyed for comfort out of me,A trap perception of love
Clear your mind,Fade the glacier of illegitimate logic out,Try to remember the peace of fairness,Foundation for equality,Signs of peace,Lost
We're undone,Staggering in a weary long overdue endless eclipse,Dark swallowed sanity's plea for inner peace while sitting silently at night
Share what it is I am with the world,Knowing the thoughts of my insane streaming of endless conscious poetry will advice love against me...
Men have died for less,The achievement of love, Echo upon my lips can't describe the blossom inside, Shadow the sun & I should still smile
Familiar constellation of a smile,Like waking beside hope,Cuddling hand in hand with an unforeseen everafter dream,Edge of hope is this love
Tragic lonely life sign apparel,Stranger offshore treading water in a sea of battered hope,Distance leapt of faith by a lean in,Kiss of lips
Beautiful amidst battered dreams,Chivalrous notice left on your heart,Kind words asking 'please heal me, I'm already complete,' I found you!
Scenario of hopeless desperation,What to do next,Closed my lidless inner eye&turned off the imagination,Living in the moment I met her skin
I looked into my dreams & saw today,It's 1:17 AM & I'm still up writing the hope inspired version of my heart in text upon invisible pages.
God damn my intentions,Inadvertent subconscious depths of selfishness,Where does it sprout from,Nature's grasp or Nurture's broken heart...
Stand with me,Hope is on it's way,Eventually time explains all lose in the last breathe,An epic realisation that a reason ignored did exist!
In earnest anticipation of, VoT
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Adelade & Mikal
Mother regrets her first breath Holding her nervously to the chest Aching heart dreaming of a selfish life A cancer stem cell unwanted child Blame tainted her childhood Reason to life, rather die Who would fault her Adelade suicide
Mysterious prison love Blessed step onto the track Decision of a persecuted soul Neglected until after death Adelade's memory a must Regret her painful décor Smiling amidst pain Until...No more Alliance with, A train
Dear Adelade Aftermath of loss Unreachable by letter Cause I should have died for Journal entry swap from hatred Sorrow infuses my hearts lidless eye Demonized daughter I never believed in So sorry I... Pray, amen
Another school prison day Time in a deaf existence cell Mikal
Gave in to a long lost romance Knife to skin cell f(r)iendship Victim of suicide or right of passage Judge ruled not guilty of either Self inflicted 24/7 bullying Death was his release Of persistent demons Decision of... Death
A foretold promise Skinny is impatient Fat is a lover's crime Society told defines why Crushing my anorexic armour Tomorrow too thin I might die For the sake of acceptance Propaganda of our time
Unlimited fat complexion Mirror beckons the skin back Flesh over bone no compromise
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Sate a Storm
Trapped heart bruise Worn out no where child Walk with a half filled cup Until I looked back Now I say... It was full Amen
Dear father Well fought See you in heaven Amen
Watch this son Desperate monster Artistic culture changer Crafty poetic values Thank for my soul
Creatively drowning Imbued respect robot Didn't know I was a student Until I looked back to see Learn from my history No prejudice inside Thankful mind Amen
Dear father Well fought son Future without spite See you in heaven
Watch this son Chivalrous anti-hero Artistic heart changer Crafty poetic values Thanks for life
School yard bully lesson Pain or nerves consume me Diagnosed with artism Look hymn forward In a mad world Amen
Watch this son Anorexic mentally ill hero Anti-inequality heart changer Crafting artistic poetic values Thanks for life's lessons
Dear father Well fought life Smile at our memory Children with hopeful eyes See you tomorrow...
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Daemons & Cowboys
Upon the barren plains,
Of a dry and desolate wasteland of the world's most Southern continent there walked a lone gunman. His hat was wide of rim and brown with a flat top, it and a yellow, black and white checked scarf hid his face well from any who paid him any notice. His baby blue and brick orange checked collared tunic sleeves were rolled up and the collar stuck out on one side along his neck above the scarf. Atop that he wore a tan brown and tiny egg shell blue pin stripped waistcoat, his trousers were once blue but were weather worn stained white and grey from dust and smoke, his belt was hazel brown with gold skulls upon it and his shoes were thin rubber soled black and tan leather flats, devoid of a stinger or spur.
Like many of the modern day warriors of the Southern Continent once known as Africa, the demon carried a revolver, though not one that fired typical ammunitions. Most all casings and gunpowder were done away with at the end of the final world war, when the magic of the universe was resurrected by the melting of the polar ice caps and rained down upon the earth, changing everything.
Each of the six chambers that once held bullets was now a cylinder for a single shot laser cannister, which slowly recharged over the course of several hours. It was the same for Shotguns, though their double or pump action barrels fit single shells that would have to be put into a case charger fitted to the belt, though very few cowboys had this equipment, most just had to wait for the shells to recharge. Often whilst waiting, they ended up dead.
Generally the land had three types of cowboy who roamed the plains, the skilled one whose dedication to the way of the gun paid off with accurate shots, the maniac who had somehow collected a recharger or a myriad of weapons who won his life by firing as many bullets as possible, usually just the mere look of such a deviant was enough to scare off any foe. Then there were those who had a gun, but it was merely for show. Always strung to their hip or underarm in a well decorated holster, rarely, if ever, cleaned or fired. These men were the folk of cities, where battles were fought and won by the local justice, but just in case, they carried.
For years our traveller circled to reach this place again, where his rebirth began, where the gunfighter was reborn. Most didn't survive their first fight, surrendering their last breath to the laser blades of revolver bullets or a flash of scattered shotgun short beams. The old ways of duelling had ended when the last of the gentlemen died to the trigger happy fools who had rekindled an inspired dedication in rogue warriors to seek skill and patience in the way of the quick draw. Indeed it was the only way to defeat someone with more shots than you.
What once was known as Africa was left in solitude by the kingdoms and empires of the other remaining inhabited continents. For the wars upon it's shores were not bound to laws but prejudice, mere contests of arms, for amusement. From the top most kingdom to the lowest street scum, it mattered not if you were born demon, human, dwarf or elf nor even reanimated undead; all that mattered was how much fire power you were packing.
Jaghoul stood on the edge of town staring down the lone boulevard beyond the massive gate and high walls, the place seemed devoid of life save for the movement of dust in the wind. To enter the oasis city meant certain death, a cesspool for scoundrels, bottom feeders, bounty hunters and rogues all seeking glory at the edge of the world.
In the distance an airship, a flying wooden vessel made in the image of ancient ocean fairing ships, often with cloth wings and a levistone or hot air balloon instead of any sails, was rising into the skies. It was a majestic thing to watch the ships take off into the open air on a voyage to the floating continents or to some abandoned mine in search of treasure, though rarely to war.
Large scale battle was a thing of the past, king pins and jesters ruled the lands beside necromancers and emperors, power had long ago surrendered itself to those who inhabited the bars of the city streets, to the mercenary, for there weren't enough citizens on the continent to make up armies from, let alone get them to wage war against one another for some rich scum's plot to overthrow his neighbour's town for the sake of image or meagre monetary gain.
Today was different though, Jaghoul had come to the birth place of his resurrection to begin a quest, a journey into the perilous dark realms of the forlorn continent. Seeking to answer a simple question, who pulled the strings on rebirth, from man into immortal... From corpse to lich?
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Like Heaven Like Church
I'm afraid That when I get their They let me in at first But just like church After a second glance They kick you out
So it is in heaven I fear this every night Before I sleep shall I die
Is God like the fickle man Wanting me to wear a tie Demanding for eyes I must change Well if He is, fuck it all Heaven can kick me out
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knowing the distance Entertained by survivors rage Each day they brave the night it's as dark as hell
Before the fortress we cry Feign the defier's resistance
Take up battle with confidence Tame the delicious connection
As the violence comes Take up your studies once again Can we not take his place Too brave to live Not afraid to die
knowing the distance Entertain ourselves with survivors rage Each day we brave the loaded nights Our world, it smells of hell
The sky fortress dominates Our once blue skies It is the hell and the storm Won't let it's violence grow
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Creature Unimaginable
Push in my pelvis You creature and I the whore Penetrate no matter the devastation The carnage my mind in eternal flame You left your mark on my shattered life
Rolled away my virginity Like an angel before the stone Pray as he finishes to feel victorious Like a pirate to pillage new found shores
March forward into me Like blinded troops to war Relentlessly arch my bruised back A torture caress of fulfilment Leaving me feeling only pins and needles
Oh creature unimaginable Will I live when your done Does God hear the prayers of prey Devour my flesh in a bed of lust Oh paedophile who rapes
Rolled away my virginity Like an angel before the stone Pray as I cum inside of you Like a pirate on new found shores
Ah for loving arms A touch I'll never know Ah for forgiveness The thing I'll never know Ouch, ouch, ouch! My endless war
Oh creature unimaginable Will I live when your done Does God hear the prayers of prey Devour my flesh in a bed of lust Oh paedophile who rapes I await the final kiss In your last breath I shall be brave
March whore Endless march Mind in flames march Oh creature with the whore
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Lord of F-Zero Lies
You a consumed disciple Dancing mindlessly around me Assuming I am not the lord of flies Condition gets worse day by day Welcome to the slumbering age The embracing of unknown and lies
Look out the window at life At the lord's world of lies Appreciate complete deceit It's all you've known for too long
Hybrid disciple of greed amidst strife How you dance hands held high Yet all you breath is anxious lies A condition of no discretion Slumber deepens day by day The embracing of assumptions Formerly thought to be lies
Look out the window What is it you'd preserve Without the subliminal deception Lies jinx all our earnest motives It's all we've known for so long
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Rattle & Chain
I escaped,
On the last train out of town. That day the rain poured down in torrents from an obsidian sky, the clouds loomed over the coastal village black and foreboding, indeed it was a good day to leave.
Forsaken by the magic of the universe and utterly tired I leant my head up against the cracked and cob web covered glass to appease the the train rumbled down the tracks my jaw rattled as my unbeating heart within my ragged and skeletal chest yearned for the one who I had lost in the city I was just driven out of.
Why did my decaying heart even care at all, about the present or the past, I'm sure that I could hear its withered form rattle inside of me as the mist rolled over the sea side town, he had watched me die. Dangling there from the noose under the stone arches, hand made gallows before the cathedral doors. My final act wasn't ignored, the twitch of my toes in Morse' code... 'I love you.'
I had been searching the street markets for my lover's favourite cheese to go with the mushrooms I had returned with and a few greens when I was pulled into an alley by a city guard. The malice in his eyes stole my attention from the muttering of a death threat, a predatory wolf in guard's skin would not escape the poise of rage within my lover hero if he found out...
This demon in the flesh of a man who lay vacant atop of me, trousers half way down his knees, utterly spent after raping me in a back alley upon the brick cobble stones of a tiny ancient passage way in a town a thousand years away. For a moment he let down his guard, my lover's malice wouldn't be necessary, I would deal with this vile creature myself. My hands clasped to the wicker man's ox cart slipped from the childish bindings and as the predator's awareness slacked, but for a moment after cumming, I found his knife and drew it. One clean gash up his left arm as it dangled there against the bindings that once held my hands, how foolish the devil was. His leather wrist guard and tunic melted away before the blade and his forearm opened like a sheep's belly, inner wrist to elbow, he would bleed out in minutes. Even after the mad lust the guard bestowed upon me and possibly countless women of the city, there was panic in his eyes as he realized his doom, slowly he curled up into a ball and lay there whimpering as he died.
A crowd had gathered at the ally's entrance, Soon after more guards had come and I was swept up in chains before Kæfka, a wicked judge.When next I opened my eyes I panicked for a second at the realization... The impact to unconsciousness would be my last vision of rest. I stood between two guards before the Cathedral's courtyard archway, a noose dangling there waiting to steal my last breath... So I thought but now I find myself sitting on this ancient train, alone in the silence of the car, no lover to attempt another rescue of my forlorn undead but never decaying beautiful heart...
In earnest anticipation of,
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Familiar Familiar hovering over me Enter hell hungry for oblivion Stomach & soul empty from the purge Hung over the death throne till dry heaving
Demon shoulder chip Playing cards with the devil Roulette gamble one can't win Seven losses totally straight
Devil hovering over us Enter hell we're hungry Nothing on earth sates the lust Stomach is soul well empty Purged daily at the throne Where porcelain mercy Rains from our throats
Demon shoulder chip Playing cards with the devil Roulette gamble one can't win Seven losses totally straight Loaded chamber overload Dialed in single order Locked in to kill
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Flame Frozen Sand
Behind the frozen once inflamed sands Above shoulders that bare colour imbued images Not of a deity but of a beautiful place to be Eyes breathe oxygen in the waking dream Hope stirs in the recesses of the mind I am the villain hope will never reach
Behind eyes of abandon Lies anguish amidst mercy Yet I cannot rescue the princes Take a deep breath before I move on Moving into a distance never in range Away from the self created prison
Sadly your not my struggle I am but a tumour upon this world And yet I live, breath and feel With every moment I turn and say goodbye What war awaits my un-numbed inner eye
Behind eyes of searching Lies anguish seeking mercy Yet I cannot rescue any princes Take a deep breath before I die Moving into a distance called the grave A self dug trench my own six foot prison
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A Father's Wound
Racism Wished Away
Raise two black fingers in the air In the face of the man, because you don't care Black for real or just goth and painted?
I don't care for your racism Father you falter, stumbling about As your racist hatred allows children to die.
I don't hear your truth when you teach me 'Eat your food son, There's children starving tonight.' I only see how your racism allows you to be. Telling me the truth, but allowing it to pass Because your racism shields From ever having to act!
So just hate, I'll be wishing Racism was never born Then maybe we could all see Without the tinted eyes of A father's racist lies.
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Clear Colour Grey Ordinary Day
Weakness dictates your relations How well unknown The two factions in your actions In choices show your true colours Decide, and betray the thirst for power
Dare to be faithful and propose a toast To the ever growing difference Let go the ordinary story Don't wanna be someone at home Sinking deeper down Coping with the pain Of losing myself To bitterness Bitterness of.... The ordinary story!
Weakness dictates your reactions How well now known The evil faction Outshines morality You dream in all the colours Of today's ordinary story Decide, betray the thirst, Find inner peace In your own power.
Time, something I cannot avoid An excuse within I feel content Stuck in the abyss of existence Find your own excuse And betray the ever growing distance Between you and I.
All your wants Outshining all needs Greater than morality Bound to your infinite story Making me bitter
The signs Of end of the story Infinite in thought But somewhere forgot Closed with a verbal assault Leaving me bitter
Spy, betray, exhume! The ordinary story. So bitter, so bitter Winners left to explain Their so ordinary story! So bitter, so bitter In an ordinary story.
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A Father's Closet Wound II
Raise two obsidian finger tips A single digit fist airship raised against injustice In the face of a man, once called father now by name The impressionable imprint left of centre is this Acceptance exists as long as I'm in the closet Black and bruised or just goth & painted Finger tips unconform the marionette Comes to life...
I don't care for your racism Sexist prejudice against goth & gay Father you falter, stumbling about blind Using ancient decrepit words to describe An open play book of propaganda Accepted conformity ruined mind If I take back my love... Leave you behind With a hug
I could never recall The parade of virtue I live by Truth is I still & will always love you Even if you lived by 'do as I say not as I do' Reverse objective existence I'm no pacifist All prejudice died with my imagination An empathetic realm I step into To live another's trauma in life A gift I starved myself for Until I was empty... Of words
There's children starving tonight. I only see how you take the world for granted Allowing you to tell me a truth sedation serum Broadcast behind your racism shield Raised high to keep me inside A closet where I act... As if I were normal To be accepted This isn't love Time to act
Your racism makes me car sick Hatred's high voltage hovering over the surface No placid ocean contortion of your face... Father, I should have stayed in a closet If not for my sake but yours Keeping your rage hidden Quelled momentarily Deep inside
So just hate, I'll be wishing Racism was never born Then maybe we could all see Without the tinted eyes of A father's racist lies.
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