THE SPIRIT RAGES

SPIN, SPIN, SPINNING AWAY.
UP AND DOWN AND THROUGH THE SANDSTORM.
WHISTLE THROUGH THE OTHER END.
IT'S TALKING THROUGH ME.

The spirit games that I play within my head
They do relax me. I am within my own dirty realm.

DANCING WITH THE CREATURE THAT CONTROLS ME.
CELEBRATING, ELEVATING- ENHANCING.
A DEVILISH TROLL MAKES MUSIC IN MY SOUL.
ALLOWING ME TO SLEEP ON THE SEVENTH DAY.

AND IT WILL SHOW-ONCE MY LIFELESS CORPSE-
IS ROLLED OUT FOR ALL TO SEE.
THE LINES WILL READ "HERE LIES A MAN WHO TREKS IN THE FALLEN LAND".

My spirit rages on towards that thunderous cloud.
Breathing fire under water,
shooting venom ever after.

I AM MORE ALIVE DEAD THAN MOST OF YOU WILL BE IN LIFE.

Resting Inside Paralysis.