- The lights of Heaven shine in the city of darkness. Permeating everywhere like nauseous toxins. Now you think you need a vice, just bow down and kiss the feet of the deities that we create. We have more power than they want us to know, one man is intelligent but in the masses it doesn't show. God is dead, we are alive and we strive to make a perfect world. our ancestors in their graves they twist and turn. In death we are rewarded for the cold heartedness we proved in life. This dead one act play is endless now, still moving along as the curtain falls. make beautiful music with the bones of Genius. The Sacred disease is sought after by millions, if it don't make money it's worthless. Like dead insects curled up starving and helpless, of all the people only few are successes. Philanthropists preach of the power we have to reach those less fortunate but we brought it down upon ourselves. Sink or swim it's time to find out who floats in the deep end. Sanitariums overflowing and useless. Wade through the muck and the mess, and after the party we get to clean up the rest.
- by Loki-is-a-Dumbass |
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- | Submitted on 01/14/2011 |
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- Title: Observation
- Artist: Loki-is-a-Dumbass
- Description: It is what it is, comments are appreciated!
- Date: 01/14/2011
- Tags: observation
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