Shaken
By spiritual statements
Of a material slave ship
Continplate this
Day witch
end sadly
do we pretend bad dreams?
Actually?
Are we all an image of insainity?
I'm paniking and stagering
to get up and see this place
with my bleedin face
can you concieve this pain
the demons make
like preachin faith
you reach for gates
of conciousness
losing confedence
and common sense
like days without complements
i've gotta get
beyond this trip, inside my head
these are the symptoms silence feed
to a person with a violent rep
i'm coming with silent steps
your pupils and eye lids spread
lets talk
about your blessed cross
that rejects all
that are infidels
my life force is original
not integral
your faith is conditional
like religous fools
that invision truth
just to kick the youth
is this the roots
of society?
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