Religion permeates, separates, decimates, and spiritually decapitates with precision Peace and happiness was never the mission
By Ebony Taylor3 years ago in Poets
The rugged ground snarls below me I am super sonically high Limitless boundless infinity sky Burning churning turning
Rebel with a cause Reactive hugely aggressive Tunnel Vision Metaphysically receptive Concentrated precision Focused, Driven, ambitious
Fool me once; shame on You Fool me twice shame on me I took my instincts for granted Now ever after I live unhappily Stained with cantankerous lies
There is a method to the madness I think in maniacal paralells contrarian to the fact Your side, My side somewhere in the mosh pit lies the truth