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WITHOUT MY ENEMIES
I cannot survive
Without the misery
And I won't even try
Without the agony
Parasites on a stone hurled into the abyss
Within turmoil of eternal apocalypse
Acclimated to the violence that we crave
Bloodshed from the cradle to the flame
Life is a collection of deleted scenes
Of torturous scare tales on Blu Ray DVD
In the mirror is a face of utter shame
And I only have myself to blame
I will not survive
Without this phantasy
And I won't even try
Without the tragedy
My morbid curiosity is in 3D
Tell tale pussy and severed organs on screen
And so there's a line between pleasure and pain
I crossed that shit to the land of graves
I cannot survive
Without this destiny
And I won't even try
Without my enemies
They say the worst critic
Is oneself
But I feel it's cryptic
In this Hell
TO BEAR THE TRAILS OF DANTE
I CANNOT STOP MYSELF
Desensitized by the progenitors of war
From the lowest tyrant to the queen of whores
Awash in the haunted tide of crimson waves
And I only have myself to blame
I will not survive
Without the phantasy
And I won't even try
Without the tragedy
I cannot survive
Without the misery
And I won't even try
Without the agony
Published 13th Jun 2019
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(c) 2019 Frank Green
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