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Living with my Complex Pathological SINdrome
The sounds of fate is hitting me with such a hum drum
Hitting, violently having my destiny spinning
Constantly losing in the present
But in my future I’m winning!
For my crown is set with all precious stones
So my purpose to live during this day & age
Is to dwell in this shell living an earthly hell
But given the insight to recognize the next stage
For Lucifer is full of rage
Once an angelic being that covered the throne of the most high
His ego got too big for him
That above Gods throne he thought he could or should fly
He brought sin and death to all who think they can be their own divinity
He sought to over throw all mighty God and its homely trinity
Within its own divine vicinity
Its neighboring homes
Living with angelic drones
Missile type clones
Now demonic beings entering into psychological homes
Eating up a person’s identity
While spewing up violence in all its immensity
Beings with negative decreeing’s
Bleeding angels in the realm of no possibility
Tranquility lost
So let’s pass it onto Gods best & blessed creation
His children called humanity
Those are the words of angels turned demons
Diabolical semen
Whisperings end of the age
While the sinners are screaming
Neurologically panged!
While the angels had sang
In a heavenly throng
But wearing a satanic thong
Knowing that they had been wrong
But they were not included
Purposely and precisely excluded
And now the current state of things
Is what has made the truth become diluted!
Stop acting so convoluted
Because the hearts of men
Have only sinned endlessly
And have emotionally prostituted!
So here I am writing, reciting
Poetically, sympathetically crying & pleading
While my flesh keeps on bleeding
How much disdain am I truly secreting?!
Just a little bit crazy
As my vision is blurry because the weather is hazy
Stupendously serendipitous
Vehemently ridiculous
Acting so damn perniciously nefarious
Has put me in circumstances so precarious
But when I die, I will make it all seem quite hilarious
Now back to the main topic at hand
I am a man made of sand
Reaching for the promised land
But the quicksand
Got me stuck in place feeling disgraced
While onlookers spit on my face
Spraying their linguistic mace
As I move my legs faster and faster
I'm moving faster in place
Oh now what a disastrous disgrace
I feel my life was a waste
Sipping and drinking in pure bile like wine
If I could only somehow help you better understand this mind of mine
Nicely woven and blended
A broken heart that’s been mended
But I still feel offended
And here I go again
Feeling like only to me
God had spoken words of love
But He had only pretended!
I gotta let go of the pain
Or I will forever remain
On this demonic plane of disgust, betrayal and pain
And have hatred reign in my brain
And drive me up the wall with insecurities
Until I drive myself so insane
Skitzofrenically pathetic
I still seek the majestic
Spiritually anarchistic
But the divine monarchy
Is still archeologically fraternistic
Seeking my godly paternity
In hopes my sins could be washed
But I’m always being mocked, laughed at and watched
He is on the side lines just spectating
While my rage and wrath are consistently elevating
I gotta let go and let God is what so many offer as psalms
But my life has been a bed of black roses
And not a breakfast of palms
So here I now shall deduce
As I don’t feel the need to re-introduce
Myself as being many but one
More than one mind
That dwells in a hell within this human flesh shell
Still fighting under the sun
I now take my physical body & bow
And stage left I exit right now
Still praying to God if He will answer my petitions
And if so I then ask
When, where, and how?!
SkTzO
