Mickey Mouse Hat Of Horns

        Equivocate the language of authorities...Peers with all the secrecy & nasty jeers, of uncomfortable binds. The courthouse of laws & their payroll of soldiers. To equivocate...In other words, is to collapse the boundary between truth & falsehood. I see red & scream as another white chalk lines of a deadman...Another casualty of their pleasing, what they think is right and needs to be done...No questions asked, black or white, flat out...Done with & shut your eyes & mouth otherwise your life becomes difficulty...Unmanageable, cause of their sneaky underlining ways of turn your back attacks. Soon one becomes frustrated and boiling anger takes your whole self...The monster has been made a real life Frankenstein making the scene, as a backdrop loud echoing I can heard all the piercing screams...Awakening to your self made nightmare, with blood on thee. Jarring offensive of truth & your deep abhorrent feeling for the sick, twisted FUCKS, who invented mayhem of the common man...Marked one's who speak the language of equivocate...The one's the Devil owns who run this disintegrating, weaken earth that can no longer hold to it's original mold. Like poor Humpty Dumpty, Shattered, separate into enemy camps & the saddest war of all, amongst ourselves. Why get their hands dirty when they can rearrange these low grade walks of life, soon they'll being killing themselves...And the mainstreams are programed and made by the molding media...The vote is solid in believing bullshit they heard or saw it's got to be true and now it's ok. Man of sin is the beast of ego, selfiness, & power...Till he's the one under the guillotine in town square...Sobs & cries a coward takes off his disguise...Falling wind takes the knife of falling ways. Sharpen always is the surgical weapon of surgery to fix & cure. Forgotten, now repaired...Maned or insane...No one going to listen to a sick freak they made...Happens everyday, now that weak, as a dry snitch, coward bitch. Last thought I want to draw you...A twisted dark picture in your mind to remember & play with. The hooded man who drops the death blade of decapitation wears a mask...A surgeon your god...When your in a deep comatose of dark slumber, he too sports the mask of fashion...Doctor who practices medicine & your the next lab rat. Losing focus, but knowing it's to late to state...Glare in his eyes, another malpractice , sweeped under the rug, like your a poisonous squashed bug. Lowering the shining bladle to crave you a new look. High on white he's amp and feeling mean like Frankenstein, a monstrous blotch operation and another notch on his belt. Introduction need not be formal or made...Hello, eerily says Dr.Jekyll & Mr. Hyde...A shot between his toes & he's moving fast and on a wick race track in your defeat...Ego power trip, take off flight of your life...Pivory is the Equivocate of the white man elite...we can't copeat...Defeat is our riding seat of locked in a lost cage with no keys of release. Kidnaped is this pirate who pilfers & strips one naked of self. A trophy he grabs greedy...Arrogant, pompous...Birth is this so called man..A beast of the world's NEW ORDER...THE TERMINAROR of a serial killer. Nailed to their office wall to admire and hold...Rubbing his cock grows.Welcome to the blue and green plante of Dark Disneyland...Manmade & Satan claimed...Unknown hatred, won his game of FAME !!! Man of Sin gives the horned one on a golden platter, not realizing they nevered mattered.