Backlash
The devil is i, and i the devil. A reflection of his ashes made flesh, intentions once
good, a captive, now deformed, becoming the syndrome that is Stockholm. Yet, i
still part of the "norm", with an appetite for destruction like a Gun and Rose song,
can't seem to find the "norm" in my everyday anxieties . You see the future is my
father and I his bastard, can't fast forward I'm the past, that can never lead to
the present. Therefore I, resent false ambitions, peace conditions and the
mechanism of your social views. Which are ever skewed and taken apart by a
universal tool; a silver tongue bastard, as I. So don't shy away, let the foreplay
begin, as i finagle your hope and let it climax and becomes your demise.
Copyright © Guy-Adler Dorelien | Year Posted 2014
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