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Evil Alter Ego
Twice A Liar
prepare to meet your DOOM
master of misery, meet your maker
even the devil called you a liar,
calling you
a spawn of the spittoon
and toilet talk
married in the fire
a bar room romeo
who fell in love with his own reflection
when reality called
you screamed
WRONG NUMBER
and just hung up,
so amused, thinking
this is all a joke,
anyway...you're not
A LOSER
(after all, your pet bandicoot still loves you)
its just another bill
you'll never be forced to pay
still, its not connecting
that reality check, has bounced
dazed and confused,
the assistance you've rejected
was only love being expressed,
one which
you've refused acknowledgement of
your conclusion
in judgement being"No love, No loss"
for you there'll be no waiting line,
your end is obvious, even to you
you just don't care
what people think
you believe in nothing
not even in yourself
you give new meaning
to the term "selfless bastard"
for you'll not be
getting on the cross
for any one
you think it a waste of talent(yours)
not that you have any good qualities
(you do, more than you'd ever commit yourself to)
now, getting back to your quest
you follow the teachings of the master of the craft
Don Quixote, you lead imaginary armies of the damned
making the last...
banzai charge, you lead yourself
you cry foul,
asking for another try
you adopt
a suave new look,
a self styled placebo effect
a self taught educated fool,
never realizing
you've been running scared,
but its only
your own shadow chasing you
pride dripping out your nose,
nobody's wiping
hearing cheers and accolades,
nobody else hears but you
and you thinking it looks cool,
salute yourself
who'd you think you're fooling
thought you paid your dues
just because you thought you sang the blues
but, in reality were
only watching the news
still laughing at other peoples failings
their lost hopes
compromised
they've been caught up
in the dreams
of life with a knight in,
not so shining,
drama
...who's forgot about the karma...
still suffering from a terminal case
of self abuse
trying to portray a god, but bleeding
a being trapped within his human form
lying face down in the street
whew! the audacity flood is streaming
further than common sense allows
way beyond control
as you look into the mirrors
only to watch your self propelled baloons
fireworks exploding
with lots of ego being blown to smithereens
with false bravado schemed
living nightmares dreamed
eagle beings, suffering
falling from the skies in flames
lost in delusions screaming
as they realized you've clipped their wings
shattering illusions, with no meaning
caught and trapped in your own mind warp
struck blind, perhaps even suffering
battle fatigue comes to mind
maybe even in the confusion
calling out your name in anger,
in a way so maddening
gray matter shrapnel flying everywhere
scattering in the dying echoes
your fallen heroes, you crying
breaking down amidst the lies
with glass everywhere flying
in this "room full of mirrors"
(as Jimmie Hendrix plays)
in your last refrain
...hope you're not lying...
living in vain is too much like dying
your armor is of no use, now
you've fallen in the pool
what you describe sounds like
someone's stewing in the juices,
oozing out of their own brains
even fools need love, yes being one myself
i offer this expert advice to you
being unloved, you're in a self imposed exile
thinking the lie of isolation
...makes you whole again
the truth, banished from your brain
still complaining about the love you lost
all because you never even tried
after the forces of your confusion,
lose still another battle against reality
so, you've throw away the crown
and pawned away your jewels
you just like the title anyway,
don't you now, honestly?
after all is said and done
doesn't hero, rhyme with ego
ergo a master of your craftiness
over the graveyard of lost souls, you rule
(alas, only because no one else wants to)
what you aspire to as master jester
hail, to yourself...in short to hell with you
signed your tragic majesty
the king of fools
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