Waking to a spine twisted
concrete blocks in my head
most days I'd rather denounce my God
than contribute to society.
Meet me and meet my mind
a spatial concept split in two
Schizophrenic safety in numbers
a sector in my brain is decomposing
Eyes opened in strain
chased by mongrels and criminals alike
I've got the fervor but lost the cause,
got to get it out of me, out of my body.
They feed upon my feet
and work their way to my halo
I am the anti-christ, sacreligious
they find my horns and I laugh in victorium.
Malignancies drip from my mouth,
droplets hit the floor with a shattering speed
Residual empty promises and vacant dignity
it's the end to a monumental contest of dismay.
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