Bad Intentions

Profane prophecy I utter with an extended soliloquy Demonically a shredded flesh of fire burning entirely Thought provoking memories moving silently I'm a mortal corpse with the description of death defining me Could stand next to the creator while they design me fit Crowded with emptiness, a devour of wasted dreams Reflections starring at me I see this costume soul is not what it seems I harvest on these Lethal ideas Once the day loses stamina the darkness appears. Lost track of who I was Been running towards the end and not the finish line How I spend all this time got me felling rich in mind You never know how to think outside the box until your stuck inside The flow is distorted, I make it sound remorseless The pain is recorded, I'm making change from within before I'm corpseless These demons a congress, objectifying against my optimum progress The throne is up for whoever cast a stone at the hopeless Put me on a stand I'm a spot light, enlightening Being the mental vitamin Nourishing the potential divine beings. These words trail down the street Where corrupted young souls took murder as defeat Wondering whether prayers gon reach their spirit underneath They see the reflection of their funeral while sipping on lean Like the drugs they taking be demolishing them deep Next thing he's a shadow of his body Dancing with devil, the darken fate he embody To a word of lustful sorrow to see nobody His crucified destiny is cut nicely from the end of time to the beginning of night A blind man with a clear vision with courage to fight Whether for himself or by accident the events that take place in the night With hallow souls and troubled minds shining so bright I swear it makes the devil to die with a smile. I'm another victim with an oppressing mental system How it regulates through the forces of nature has me conflicted, Feeling belittled Like the day I was born me and God became distant Another descendant to exit his kingdom with inferior wisdom Suffering the effects of my cause of existence The constant repetition of undesirable ambitions instructed by the foreign regions Has me illuminating the path through my trusted instincts Looking for something in need to be found by walking a mile of inches Until then I've lost the reason to be drawn upon this distance.