Tired. there weak conception.
misguided notion to ignore the spectrum,
and yet their self-proclaimed perfections project disease just to spread infection like rats.
they f****** breed deception
as if denial gets diverse reactions.
Forget their foolish rules reject them.
Unite and triumphant in your choice to test them.
Make this our reclamation.
Reach out and grasp the sublime.
Deveate there subversions.
Acclimate to the times.
far too often
long forgotten lessons we have learned from falling down
remain profound.
Message not gotten, yealds gone rotten
meaningless we exsist path
circle bound until we hit the ground.
And as the Angels gaze at me
my soul burns with resentment
blinded by light they cannot see
the truth of scared from their reality
and as the Angels turn away
my heart reels for redemption
blinded by light they cannot see
there is ecstasy and agony
Make this our revelation a greater truth of the mind
So stand and question the ages
Defining reason and rhyme
And as the Angels gaze at me
my soul burns with resentment
blinded by light they cannot see
the truth of scared from their reality
and as the Angels turn away
my heart reels for redemption
blinded by light they cannot see
there is ecstasy and agony
Credits (wrath 51N, Greed 51n)
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