The Glad Sower
you might have heard of my brother?
the flip side of the coin
he's the misery that comes after years of misspent joy
he comes with a black cloak and a sickle...
i come wearing vibrant colors and bring tantalizing toys
he wears a frown i wear a smile...because the seeds of sin must be planted
your view of the world must be sideways and slanted
you need clarity?...i bring a sea of static
like a game show host...fake,artificial,and plastic
you live in a mansion...i live in your attic
sending evil thoughts on fearful frequencies
like a subliminal criminal i'm invading everything
thoughts and dreams get covered and camoflauged
you think it's your idea...i'm your mad mind mirage
need a masage? need one million hands of hate to seal up your fate?
you quake and quiver as reality sets in and comes to dinner...too late sinner
my brothers knocking on your door and you're the next winner
soul sold... time to send you to your owner
shake hands with the grim reaper as your days of darkness get longer...
remember my name...the glad sower
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