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sickness of a mind
A distinct smile
pleases the wealth and mind,
keeps dark sickness out
bad memories left behind.
Harsh cuts cover our heads
generosity is the key,
to the right door, the right path
the only light we see.
The confusing misjudgments
spread through out our thoughts,
we lay restlessly in siolence
sleeping in our cots.
Strength in our words
make our minds weak,
scarce to listen
distinctly we speak.
Tediously mislead
darkly depressed,
your love and vengeance
seem disguised.
Behind a wall between
respect and liability of friends,
from a home of hate and fear
we all descend.
A dimness of light
once upon a time we had,
a fierce feeling of death
from being little lads.
We worry on lies
deprived of the truth,
artist manufacture literature
like a dentist pulling a tooth.
Misleading words
confuses our goals,
for our over baring truth
couldn't be told.
Sickness is the first price to pay
to those who need adjourned,
every moment thinking
I completely turned.
On everyone
friends and neighbors,
sick of their dirty work
sick of their favors.
We are blessed
to have patience in heart,
rather than live in a cell
and wait for a discharge.
Our wanderous bodies
explore and proceed the nation,
discarding of crime and drugs
keep away from probation.
Never the less
does this unpredictable fate encounter,
keep us in love
every second on every hour.
You can break my body
but not my soul,
dwelling love and god
stop being a fool.
Weeping on love
the bitterness of life,
can all be stolen, devoured
and diced with a knife.
Everything given to you
gone in a flash,
no one to sing the blues
I don't see Johnny Cash.
The bullies in life
feeding off our fears,
cowardly running away
we cut them loose with sheers.
Don't mess with
heavenly altitudes of fans,
you'll push daisies
be collected like cans.
Only to fill a purpose
of light and dark,
this everlasting cut on life
instantly made its last mark.
Soon you'll witness
my last consulting breath,
This buzz goes on endlessly
its my special meth.
Before I disappear
a promise I do make,
I will be back soon
this is all I can take.
Bleeding tremendously
all around my eyes,
unworthy of living
the knot made all its ties.
Before I deceive life
I have one thing to say,
thanks bitch
you made this my last day.
pleases the wealth and mind,
keeps dark sickness out
bad memories left behind.
Harsh cuts cover our heads
generosity is the key,
to the right door, the right path
the only light we see.
The confusing misjudgments
spread through out our thoughts,
we lay restlessly in siolence
sleeping in our cots.
Strength in our words
make our minds weak,
scarce to listen
distinctly we speak.
Tediously mislead
darkly depressed,
your love and vengeance
seem disguised.
Behind a wall between
respect and liability of friends,
from a home of hate and fear
we all descend.
A dimness of light
once upon a time we had,
a fierce feeling of death
from being little lads.
We worry on lies
deprived of the truth,
artist manufacture literature
like a dentist pulling a tooth.
Misleading words
confuses our goals,
for our over baring truth
couldn't be told.
Sickness is the first price to pay
to those who need adjourned,
every moment thinking
I completely turned.
On everyone
friends and neighbors,
sick of their dirty work
sick of their favors.
We are blessed
to have patience in heart,
rather than live in a cell
and wait for a discharge.
Our wanderous bodies
explore and proceed the nation,
discarding of crime and drugs
keep away from probation.
Never the less
does this unpredictable fate encounter,
keep us in love
every second on every hour.
You can break my body
but not my soul,
dwelling love and god
stop being a fool.
Weeping on love
the bitterness of life,
can all be stolen, devoured
and diced with a knife.
Everything given to you
gone in a flash,
no one to sing the blues
I don't see Johnny Cash.
The bullies in life
feeding off our fears,
cowardly running away
we cut them loose with sheers.
Don't mess with
heavenly altitudes of fans,
you'll push daisies
be collected like cans.
Only to fill a purpose
of light and dark,
this everlasting cut on life
instantly made its last mark.
Soon you'll witness
my last consulting breath,
This buzz goes on endlessly
its my special meth.
Before I disappear
a promise I do make,
I will be back soon
this is all I can take.
Bleeding tremendously
all around my eyes,
unworthy of living
the knot made all its ties.
Before I deceive life
I have one thing to say,
thanks bitch
you made this my last day.
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