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shadowfiend sold me a place to hang the alphabet the transformation of your schism communication of the ascention we havent learned just yet slide away the weapon of a code of imperfection the stories told like whispering winds closer now than ever before than we've come this close to close the box to open our eyes real wide wide open closed chaotic delusions and the hooks in their mouth a non existant crime scene stuck in the middle where left of the middle falls out could have been your birthday could have been you locked in a place no one goes what of the children forgotten in your wars of momentary heroes of the minds cornered to sit beside heavens and the hells we have frozen nowhere left to look nothing new to send letters lost in the mail the story of the movie that changed the world the book about the movie the movie about your poems madness a gift to be healed stuck in the middle with focuslessness the formlessness taking shape something left of the middle the right way to go when its not what you gather when its not just in what you scatter but the irony in the art of them both the right hand man of an angel making me feel ok the devil on my shoulder to protect me safeguards of split personalities when my divinity shuts down and you begin to see things my way non existantt crime scene watching me take it dry the tears the confusion frustration andd ager of the state of the world act 1 stagge 2 a set up of my own best guesses then everything changes decipher my own worst nightmares im living when you cherish them i dont know why if you knock you will find me if you find me, what am i supposed to say im no good at guessing games i have my own homework assignment to do so bully please go away paranoia of my legacy badgered the witness when how many mafia men policing their system does your government pay contradictively you bite the hand that feeds you and still get cake Four monkeys see the evil you said but will never do it, i the scape goat patsi blackmailed i feel, conmen dressed as police, answering the phones, making arrests, poisoning families with chemicals and guns fueling civil wars North America South America Dieing wish is just a question what am i here for? with this blindfold on too afraid to point out my enemies and lead you in the wrong direction better left unsaid blissful is my ignorance