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?