Speakin & spellin it
within a hell element.
A game made with a failed filament.
Ashamed from the smell of it
and the swell to the stained cranium, such as
the slain vain and what the grave flushes
and then came pain for the same remains, cuz the brain gushes.
Keep 'em on the hushes and shut the fucc up, mental crutches.
Ain't much to fucc with once its tooken a looken.
Deeper in persona spoken and shooken over leap years
for the queers and folks in fears of the prior
like flames to the fire as it steers the pilot in riot higher
to the principle hybrid when it skyrocketted then expired.
Sentenced and sentimental pestilence kept those opposed to fences
but never sever the irony from whence the very instances they perspire.
They let's us give up the best of our essences
now we settle for less than true premises.
Fucc a nemesis.
Check the questions when the blessings led to lessons
in which the denses fade.
Better yet they vibrate, played from the dusts to ashes
ultimate in flashes,anti-acid,plastic false passions, vain to oblivional clashes
from the cradle to the grave and the teeth that gnashes
on the axis we're fast a slave.
And fast asleep as we behave according to the flavor and depraved
to the neighbor, over pride and paper.
As the word made flesh was in labor to burden the blemishes of the world
and such to unfurl the clutches of the everlasting quarrel
of religion and empirity
merely to build ego's to cathedrals
only at the end to curl fetally
as whence came still lost as ever, repeatedly
the process is cycles from my seedity
to the bleed in me
but I see freely to know the reasons and causes
of the seasons and losses.
The senses tease to deceive the honesty like cleavages
so I devote the pleases to the source of all eases...
within a hell element.
A game made with a failed filament.
Ashamed from the smell of it
and the swell to the stained cranium, such as
the slain vain and what the grave flushes
and then came pain for the same remains, cuz the brain gushes.
Keep 'em on the hushes and shut the fucc up, mental crutches.
Ain't much to fucc with once its tooken a looken.
Deeper in persona spoken and shooken over leap years
for the queers and folks in fears of the prior
like flames to the fire as it steers the pilot in riot higher
to the principle hybrid when it skyrocketted then expired.
Sentenced and sentimental pestilence kept those opposed to fences
but never sever the irony from whence the very instances they perspire.
They let's us give up the best of our essences
now we settle for less than true premises.
Fucc a nemesis.
Check the questions when the blessings led to lessons
in which the denses fade.
Better yet they vibrate, played from the dusts to ashes
ultimate in flashes,anti-acid,plastic false passions, vain to oblivional clashes
from the cradle to the grave and the teeth that gnashes
on the axis we're fast a slave.
And fast asleep as we behave according to the flavor and depraved
to the neighbor, over pride and paper.
As the word made flesh was in labor to burden the blemishes of the world
and such to unfurl the clutches of the everlasting quarrel
of religion and empirity
merely to build ego's to cathedrals
only at the end to curl fetally
as whence came still lost as ever, repeatedly
the process is cycles from my seedity
to the bleed in me
but I see freely to know the reasons and causes
of the seasons and losses.
The senses tease to deceive the honesty like cleavages
so I devote the pleases to the source of all eases...