Will of the Skeletal Palace

 “Dead skin and disease reign over cracked flesh
Illuminated by the soul light of you, yourself and I,
 “Internal skeletal temples hold vital organs in place
As things foul are exiled in disgrace,

 “Rivers of blood travel throughout the living
And if poison visits-it’s a slow killing,
 “Depending of the poison’s deadly depth
Regardless, we will still need medical help,

 “Our inner sanctuaries hold conscious court so deep
That even manipulates us in our sleep,
 “Unknowing of the situation around
In which our life can be eliminated without a sound,

 “Almost the same as a passed out intoxicated bitch
Now she’s leaking cum from an unknown dick,
 “Without consent the crime is in all accounts rape
Putting her on a possible path of a STD or pregnancy date,

 “A drawback of a female’s pussy possession
But who is the one that learns the lesson?
 “If after the fact this question is asked at the moment
Then many more of these situations we have to own it,

 “A double hell of our own personal holocaust
With the possibility of never gaining back what was lost,
 “Pushing our morality to the extreme
Making the slightest whimper amplify like a scream,

 “But beyond the flesh, decisions and imagination
We either create or deny our own damnation,
 “Erecting dark palaces, sinister spires or shallow shrines
Or glamorous castles and monasteries where our work shine,

 “Let us pray this is not a false promise of a hopeless future
That will unravel like a surgical suture,
 “Revealing inner secrets that brings shame and regret
That shall instantly pre-judge us, because none will forget”.