I smell death
Cancerous growths
Test subjects and GMO's
  Pesticides, hormones and unknown disease
Sickened, weak and MSG
Unusual pallor
I smell *death

When there is nothing left
We will see the error in our ways
Though those left in ignorance
Are not the ones to blame
But the ones who hold the power
In indoctrination, lies and greed
Step outside that idea
You have the power
To stand against the corrupt!

Trash bag suits,
****** innuendos galore.
She’s a potato!
He’s a pterodactyl!
Well, she just transformed,
She’s now a sock.
Bro *******,
Analyzing bread.
She can’t comprehend.

Snapping,
Shoddy renditions of West Side Story.

Bashing,
On my observational skills.

This is normal,
It is routine.
No drugs,
No mental asylums,
Just my lunch table.

Truth is the state of being in accordance with reality.
Reality is the state of things as they actually exist.
Exist is to be real whether in material or spiritual.

The breath of my life is on the edge,
for I cannot define the truth any longer.
The words hear like babble in my ears,
since I cannot determine their actual reality.
The solidity of my skin is eroding,
because I cannot answer on the behalf of existence.

Say nothing but good of the dead
As they were once your friends,
Or enemies, it doesn't matter.
In death lies no dishonor.

Say nothing but good of the dead
As they were once fellow workers,
Or leaders, it doesn't matter.
In death lies no classes.

Say nothing but good of the dead
As they were once our slaves,
Or masters, it doesn't matter.
In death lies no races.

Say nothing but good of the dead
Because they were once living people,
People like you and me.
In death they are beloved.

De Mortuis Nil Nisi Bonum

Animal instincts drive a man in
To a sweet smell, that of a *****
Siren is her sister, voice like an angel
Do not let her catch thee, thy soul will she mangle
Hair akin to silk, masking the snakes
Swallow thee they will, within their wake
Hands so gentle, look close they are talons
She is able to rip thee to shreds like a falcon
Eyes deep like the ocean, easy to get lost in
Careful, thou wilt drown whilst trying to swim
Lips of ecstasy, taste like a love potion
Oh no friend, that which thou art tasting is poison
Skin so soft, upon her lovely chest thy wish to dwell
Not realizing milky skin encompasses a hollow shell
Do not claim I hath not warned thee, friend
I wish thee luck, beyond *****'s will might thou transcend