LOST ILLUSION
a tainted image of the future smeared by the mark of a pen
the cancer to man evolves, yet...we all start to descend
the sharper the scent the stronger the beat in the heart of a sin
utopia's blood drains...so much pain....the harmony ends
potrayed by the scars on my skin, masked by the clothes on my back
i've had conversations with god, but at times over-react
shadows of doubt pulling my hair, scared, i go in the black
dark tunnel throughout my brain that i think my soul has been at
an uncontrollable stack of focus i lack in life develops
a phychodelic ceptic tank of skepticism quite impressive
to the naked eye a baby's cry could ignite your sight but tell us
how do we fight with jealous woes, who knows, we're sacraficed as relics
is the wrath of christ so zealous? to excel the fate we dont believe in
or is the charm of satin making us sign away with no agreement
sending our souls to the good will, we WOULD KILL to be sold to demons
claim we live in a nightmare, but when we die we hope we're dreaming
there's no bereavement...
just a corpse of course the core to a mournings mourn
which forms a coroners report, more than any morgue supports
a smorgest borg of abnormal gore, abortions or a skorned rapport
i've toured the storm in gods brain and washed up on the northern shore
i explored..im sure...the path to hell has been active frequently
and if you know the mark of the beast then it's easy to crack the frequency
see when i pray i ask for peace to be giving to all men
then im sent through a strong wind, god's strength, it grabs a piece of me
an act of decency, i fall asleep to just awake immersed
my face it hurts, the plug is pulled.... i fall as i bathe in dirt
is this my grave or worse, i stand a man but in my baby shirt
was i saved from earth, it seems like everything i prayed reversed
i gaze the turf, and see the many pod's of humans being bred
the IV of questions fill my veins and send confusion to my head
millions of em is this merely an illusion to the dead
i must be dreaming, see soon i'll be inside my room and in the bed
in conclusion see i've bled my eyes hurt cuse i've never used em
i've circled through them, many clues but i virtually miscontrue them
i start to see again, i begin to feel the certainty of this new glimpse
of reality then it hits me the purpose of this conclusion
im nervous but then it zooms in, my memory gives a new thrill
a lost illusion is found with a lie because i sense the truth kills
the proof spills i see a man he extends his hand and gives a few quills
then he opens up telling me to choose the blue or red pill
THE BLUE LADDER
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