A burnt body harnessed in pain...
Irrational, irritated, irrelevant, reveal the true feelings
Blue, peeling the skin of a burnt body harnessed in pain
...Carnage, explain the main theme of a auto biography
Slaughter psychology…eat my brain and shit thoughts
Cripwalk over the desolate mindscape so fresh and pure
Push play on tape and listen to the emotions I endured…
Sure…hell is warm…but how cold is heaven? Explain…
Paint me a picture in blood; slice a wrist for the sane
Love me with the heart I ripped apart in this farce
Deal me the cards before I hit the deck like a dizzy sailor
Blizz the savior; someone made a major miss in the wager
Put them hands together for the prayer, chant with me
I vividly enchant mimics to finish the replenished cynics
Diminish minutes; limit me to begin pinning with rivets
Pivot at the pinnacle, people are pest and I give it
Rip the last letter, you better be me to understand…
How I gave the underhand during the thunder and…rain
Now I wander with pain, blistered fists chained to my brain…
It’s blizzak….the divine thinker winking at misery
Blinking at mysteries of how a great poet went down in history
"I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones."
---Albert Einstein
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