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GraveSite Worm Raid

                  I’ve changed myself………….
           So many different personas conceived
         An that person I believed was in fact me
      So many times becoming someone in the reflection
            The horror that I didn’t even know
        A stranger on the prowl neck bolts come loose
               Dr.Frankensteins abomination
  Alternating the concubines of your shallow weak willed mind
A state of self-denial, guilt, and wondering who the fuck I am
     Succumbed to DooM in which everything in I believed!!
            The vague incense of essential sorrow
             A freak off the meter a mutant breed
    Feeling it crawling squirming within underneath this skin!
            The sickness!! I have withheld a barrier
        That coats your heart as it eats your head top
         til it concaves brainwashing your conscience
         Every single beat changing..into my slave
             The beast itself delivered unto me
             Transcended memory captivated within
         Hands at a folding stance in the shape of an X
                      To rot an decay....
            With that I perish forgotten history
             To rest heart dried inside my chest
                Are you now finally impressed?
      Worm’s raid you’re futile concaved peanut sized brain
        Eating internally from inside out my whole being
       Stripped clean from the base of this soulless core
  Lost in the hazy spiral collected by deaths bony clunky hands
At least obliterated while performing a knights last war’s roar
       Tossed up like a coin for luck to make a decision
      Of who goes first but like me never came back down!!
        Dying in style corpse tossed in the dog pile
    Eyes when they close life as you know it will be erased
  Thoughts an dreams die with the maggot food that is your mind
      Just a cryptic shell where a soul once did reside
               A freely given life an a short amount
          Of unknown precise calculated quantity of time
                   Never die with regret
       Which my story myself sadly never got a chance to end
            As I’m stepping on through to the other side
                      Half fire, half-light
         Shadows highlight my fleshy mortal framed exterior
                Life’s whole meaning suffering!!!  
          Believing in demeaning the incompetent population
             The witch! of the castle we have built upon
    The endless pits of echoed innocent screams we all endure
                                     
                In all our minds but at most times
                 So helplessly stuck in between
                      A purgatory paradox
        Heaven and hell blind lurks sinful black smoke
 Behind all living races suicide is someone’s lovely bony bride
      Broke as a joke only friend a rope of simplicity
    Portrayed deaths an conspiracies the wicked have come!!
                                                                           Rid the skeletons hidden underneath the hood
     Of your pristine superficial Christine death machine
Still as a block of ice under it all a smile painted for illusion
                   Gods children aren’t we?
       Justified as we being all his hand made human beings
 Linger in the stench of time diluted mental regurgitated regret
            They too will perish like me an you
       An there conclusions of climatic life decisions
             Will shortly disappear blanketed  
                    By amnesia to
                            forget....                  
      The definition of what it feels like to dream
          But the thought up idea, the memories
 The idea will birth new beginnings an one day live again!!!!
        Underneath Mother Nature’s walking ground
           Soiled hands scathing to break free
    A dramatic group of dead walking zombies born again
           In hopes of gnawing on the costume skin
               Of this worlds unknown godsends
  They squirm an harshly squeal hand reaching for freedom
     Instead of loosening the grasp of the brave decayed  
Written by DeWngdAnGelicBeiNg
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