Check, faulty dialogue, this cost is sentenced to death
its overhead the plummet downhill into retention we quest
All forward to lengthen the mess, beyond metric dimension
idealisms truanting from perception of ecletic perfection
But so what? People indulge in these kind of mislead motions
to insist that 20 wrongs make a right like incest's woven
Into the appropriate papers of every matrimony proceeding
leading to parental maturity, forcing adolescence into weaping
Actions of treason against your evolved seeds, the mold bleeds
free'd the immoral characteristics, there ain't no more "hold me's"
That's just an awful case scenario, the apex of train wrecks
I hate this! Being that Earth is just an alias for fray rests
Not resting dormant though, believe me, the torment shows!
not only through body language or emotion or the war woes
It's more like every instance you're not blinking or sleeping
you envision distinct things like souls sinking or freezing
This system of breathing was just an excuse for drinking, enriching
the death toll, we've used up all the life, living is fiction
We've driven the Styx in, we all listen, just don't pay interest
word was never born, Mother Nature was on the pill during sex
We then use this mess to feed ignorance, images become debatable
throwing spanners in our work till our income states then fall
Left to face the storm, sandbags amiss, man's back in the abyss
defined by this wisdom eclipse, ransacking through the mist
Till I happen upon...nothing, but somethings stacking the scorn
born to harbor the product of Stigmata, all lacking reform
The brackets were torn, now paragraphs exude from context
content under duress to re-invent blasphemy to renew the vortex
Of whore sex portraited within the tainted cerebral cortex
the depths of Hell rebelled and we're all snared in Hades forceps
No one insisted a four step regime to exhume arcane theroies
so it doesn't seem as farfetched facing this series of queries
Where we're in the nearing of long term heart felt ramifications
as managing situations exists as a form mislead anticipation
Here we're caving, the claustrophobic - not the only home goers
half the globe the ford focused, the rest.. the stone throwers
The pebbles dashed, semi skimmed our limbs, injured our skin
the ears of the wall can't hear what our whispering's housing
In a bid for reprisal, confidence uprising is held at eBay
we stay contorted, extorted in sum, for some there's hell to pay
We melt away against the grain, make a beeline for an A Train
just the same old, same old mint sayings, but nothing's the same
Stuck in the same....phase, with different behavior patterns
I'm timed out for a New York minute, but why stay in Manhatten?
Allday is a madden, hard backs carrying sacks, hailing Mary
for the visionless inciting idiots exclaiming brail's impairing
And they failed to merit from life, confused like foreign homage
as to why people assume living is beautiful was common knowledge.
-N Demik

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Life isn't a bitch...
she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis