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It Has To Be

Embrace this torso decaying in the wardrobe I wake up those skeletons laying in the warzone 
I make up the rules as I go along you all know so get ready ya better be set like a fresh jelly freshly baked cake on the go to the next deli its close Im fed up this medley of foes they provoke dramas and mental episodes like soap operas I cockpit the drones that home on ya 
I'm calm then I blow like the storm through Bahamas 
From the hard knock life where some hung from the rafters its not right bombing borders to prosper divide and conquer told to follow orders honourably die tomorrow morning say its all for the greater good fools fall for crazy words crazy world warnin signs all through this neighbourhood ya kept alert lookin for the torch light of guiders to walk you out escort you to the exit at the end of the haunted town 
Talkin out loud with the voices inside my head keeps my busy drives me crazy and spins me dizzy sugar rush crashing like kids drinking fizzy pop round for a quick minute visit with me pissy mood flippant dude tricky getting through to me I listen to you clearly thinkin this is nothing new to me 
What used to be has grown old and dearly loved sincerely still its moved on I stayed put clued up pick and choosin reason to presume these things looking like I'm used to being me between a rock n a hard place the human being cast to places too dark for you to see it shadowed before the light at the end of the gallows rope without faith man has no hope Im damn cold and I travel alone to where I'm welcome seldom the price is staying alive when you tell no lies worse than hell come high waters gale and tide walling my real eyes realise real lies our forming to rule our lifes maybe in life I aint taught ya be in formless be water dont let the past haunt life is a lesson remember what it taught ya turn corners look where stepping think before talking and walk ahead setting ya sight on what's forward forget what's behind in time soakin in sweat when adrenaline takes over totally intense Im dead sober going schizophrenic call me gomer profiled suicidal blowing my head apart like Im private pyle black and white everything new breaks in good time pained by my pride prior to this fire burning inside me where my fear and desire is
survivin the flames of fury of learned knowledge I turn gothic and worse wanting to first worship the godless and curse prophets who work homage hermit who deserted chronic I shirked college a clean conscience and my words honest

Copyright © Sam Perkins | Year Posted 2018

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