I see
A spark ignites
The distance between us
Now spans eternity
Cast into darkness, Just
To dare behold
Your own golden
Glory

On the right is God
On the left is Humanity

On the right is Good
On the left is reality

On the right is Law
On the left is justice

On the right lie pawns
On the left is consequence

On the right are servants
On the left they're masters

On the right are merchants
On the left are answers

On the right are pastors
On the left are serpents

On the right is rapture
On the left is purpose

A feminine exists behind
My thick, hardened masculine side
The troubled years have taught him pride
So he keeps her locked up inside

My pretty face exists behind
This massive, burly beard of mine
It grows without needing to try
Giving me a safe place to hide

My piercing eyes exist behind
Two glass lenses with frames that shine
Tools I use to focus the light
Bending photons, clear as the sky

My tattered soul exist behind
A legion of spirits reside
Amongst djinn they are unified
In my body they crystalize

Love = Lust + Respect

I broke bread and
Shared my liquor while
You spit trash on mine
Behind my back
You bruised her ***
And took a hike
The animosity is like
Sandpaper on my
Red eyes are fixated
On your demise
It's hard not to fantasize
What it would feel like
To smash my knuckles
Cracking your bones.
You'll never atone
For blasphemous words
Turned against your own
Exiled from home
And I hope you
Die alone.

When it's my turn to die
I want people to cry
Just like a cloudy night
As rain falls from the sky

When it's my turn to leave
Turn over a new leaf
Like flowers bloom in spring
There'll be fresh air to breathe

When I see heaven's gate
For you, it's not too late
To let go of your hate
To start with a clean slate

When it's my turn to go
I still want you to grow
As big as stars that glow
Though it seems darkness rules

When it's my turn to pass
I hope you can still dance
Life is beautiful romance
And in your heart's halves
Lies a chance at eternity.

"How are you today"
"Good, and you?"
"Good, a bit chilly out"
"Ya, at least the sky's blue"
"Well, how can I help?"
"Oh, I'm just looking around."
"If they don't fit, we carry belts."
"I think I'll just take the gown."
"That'll be twenty two, thirty five"
"Can I just swipe my card?"
"Sure, your ID looks nice."
"Thanks don't get too bored."

Rehearsed conversations
Fitted like a mold
Commodity interactions
Just doing what you've been told.