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shadowfiend sold me
a place to hang the alphabet
the transformation of your schism
communication of the ascention we havent learned just yet
slide away the weapon of a code of imperfection
the stories told like whispering winds
closer now than ever before than we've come this close
to close the box
to open our eyes real wide
wide open closed

chaotic delusions
and the hooks in their mouth
a non existant crime scene
stuck in the middle
where left of the middle falls out

could have been your birthday
could have been you
locked in a place no one goes
what of the children forgotten in your wars of momentary heroes
of the minds cornered to sit beside heavens
and the hells we have frozen

nowhere left to look
nothing new to send
letters lost in the mail
the story of the movie that changed the world
the book about the movie
the movie about your poems


madness a gift to be healed
stuck in the middle with focuslessness
the formlessness taking shape
something left of the middle
the right way to go
when its not what you gather
when its not just in what you scatter
but the irony in the art of them both

the right hand man of an angel
making me feel ok
the devil on my shoulder to protect me
safeguards of split personalities
when my divinity shuts down
and you begin to see things my way

non existantt crime scene
watching me take it dry
the tears
the confusion
frustration
andd ager of the state of the world
act 1 stagge 2
a set up of my own best guesses
then everything changes
decipher my own worst nightmares im living
when you cherish them
 i dont know why


if you knock you will find me
if you find me, what am i supposed to say
im no good at guessing games
i have my own homework assignment to do
so bully please go away


paranoia of my legacy
badgered the witness
when how many mafia men policing their system
does your government pay
contradictively
you bite the hand that feeds you
and still get cake

Four monkeys see the evil you said
but will never do it,
i the scape goat patsi
blackmailed i feel, 
conmen dressed as police,
answering the phones,
making arrests,
poisoning families with chemicals and guns fueling civil wars

North America
South America
Dieing wish is just a question
what am i here for?
with this blindfold on
too afraid to point out my enemies
and lead you in the wrong direction

better left unsaid
blissful is my ignorance
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