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Chlorpromazine & The Off-colour Of My Dis.ease
I found myself shifting a little left of centered
watching the sky ignite
The night is damp with paranoid self-victimization
twisting my thoughts
distorting my visions
of false prophets
& fallen angels
See me play God of this dying world
( Under a lurid smile, crooked )
& make the mountains kneel
( The floods are coming.. )
The martyr will burn for her canvas
The poet
for her art
( Save me.. ) [/font]
watching the sky ignite
The night is damp with paranoid self-victimization
twisting my thoughts
distorting my visions
of false prophets
& fallen angels
See me play God of this dying world
( Under a lurid smile, crooked )
& make the mountains kneel
( The floods are coming.. )
The martyr will burn for her canvas
The poet
for her art
( Save me.. ) [/font]
Published 28th Jan 2010
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28th Jan 2010 9:36am
"The martyr will burn for her canvas." You can't get much more powerful than that. Your personalization of godliness reveals the darkness in the human mind. I love it!
